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Climate Change Could Destroy the Global Economy in a Most Terrifying Fashion

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Climate Change Could Destroy the Global Economy in a Most Terrifying Fashion

You may be under the impression that you have already been deluged with all of the projections about the bad things climate change will do to the world in the next century. Not so. It could be worse than you think.

A new study from professors at Stanford and UC-Berkeley uses historical data to examine the effect of rising temperatures on the economic performance of countries around the world. They find, in short, that if the projected temperature rise by the end of this century comes true, the results will be economically catastrophic—much worse than formerly thought, especially for people in poorer, warmer countries. Global inequality, in other words, could be exacerbated to an unthinkable degree. From UC-Berkeley:

The findings indicate climate change will widen global inequality, perhaps dramatically, because warming is good for cold countries, which tend to be richer, and more harmful for hot countries, which tend to be poorer. In the researchers’ benchmark estimate, climate change will reduce average income in the poorest 40 percent of countries by 75 percent in 2100, while the richest 20 percent may experience slight gains.

These projections of the damaging effects of rising temperatures are “five to 10 times as high as in commonly used models” of the past. Also: “The team’s best estimate is that climate change will reduce global economic production by 23 percent in 2100,” meaning that what was formerly thought of as a sort of improbably worse case scenario is, in fact, likely.

The good news is that this sort of economic catastrophe will be headed off by out-of-control wars, terrorism, or global welfare programs of unprecedented scale before we get to 2100. This projection is very bad.

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Your Five Favorite Pens

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Your Five Favorite Pens

Our best pens nominations round was the biggest so far. Here are the five you signed off on, and now it’s time to vote for a winner.

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Your Five Favorite Pens

Pilot G2

...affordability, its broad availability, and it’s smooth, clean writing. - Alan Henry for Lifehacker’s 2012 Budget Pen Hive Five, which the G2 won.

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This Is The Best Pen. - Dayna Evans for Domesticity’s best pen roundup, which the G2 won.

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...G-2 is my favorite pen, and I’m pretty much never without one in my bag, in my pocket, or in my hand. I was a fan of the 0.7mm until I discovered the 1.0mm, which is perfectly inky and thick but not unwieldy. Perfection. - Jordan Kushins for Gizmodo’s best pen roundup, which the G2 won.

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I would amend this to “Pilot G2 (Any diameter)“ - I prefer the 1mm (10), but any G2 is fantastic. I carry my G2 Limited with 1mm ink with me all the time.

A Uniball will do in a pinch, but G2 is really the best all around pen out there.

The G2 is available in four sizes:

.38mm “Ultra Fine” - Incredibly thin lines, lets you write so small that an index card might as well be letter sized. A bit difficult to find, and this thing is so sharp it borders on dangerous, it may even tear through lesser paper if too much pressure is applied - but it’s worth it for the precision.

.5mm “Extra Fine” - For those that prefer a thin line, but don’t want to go to an office supply store, or simply don’t want it that fine.

.7mm “Fine” - The standard and most common G2, perfect for... well, anything really. It’s a damn good pen. You really can’t go wrong with this pen.

1mm “Bold” - For those that like thick lines and even more-smoother writing. Especially awesome when paired with really good paper for an incredible writing experiance. Unfortunately, they are hard to find and small letters will become blobs if you aren’t careful.

Available in many colors (07’s have a very wide pallet, including metallics) and a variety of special designs. Plus the Pro and the metal Limited editions that use the same ink tubes, but have improved grips and style. - zeel


Your Five Favorite Pens

Zebra F-301

Many of Zebra’s most popular models are known for their trademark all-steel, metallic design, and you may remember the first time you encountered one—if it was like the first time I picked one up, they were unlike any other pen you’d seen in a world of disposable plastic pens. They just look sharp and elegant, and using them is just as much fun... Many of you also praised Zebra for its portability and attractive design—most of their pens are unibody, and can slide into a pocket or bag without worrying you’ll lose a cap in the process. Besides, they really do look and feel good to use. - Alan Henry for Lifehacker’s 2012 Budget Pen Hive Five

some pens, like bic pens are too slow. others like those gel ones, the g2s or whatever. too fast. lead to illegible handwriting. the zebra pen strike a nice balance. it’s about resistance” —Taylor Berman for Domesticity’s best pen roundup.

This one is my favorite as well. I like it for its size. I have really small hands and it’s a very comfortable length and grip. I like that you can get refills in medium and fine point (fine point always). They last forever - I’ve literally had a couple for more than 20 years. It also looks a little nicer than a disposable but it’s not pretentious. My one complaint is that you can’t buy refills for the red ones. However, when I wrote the company to ask, they sent me a decent supply for free. So they have my business for life. - KittenCaboodle


Your Five Favorite Pens

Fisher Space Pen

Your Five Favorite Pens

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Your Five Favorite Pens

Uniball Jetstream

Whether it’s the quick-drying Jetstream series, designed for speedy writers who don’t want their ink to smudge... Uniball has a pen engineered for whatever writing style you prefer, that’s comfortable enough to use for long periods, and at a price point that makes sure you can pick up more than a few and keep them around your home or office. - Alan Henry for Lifehacker’s 2012 Budget Pen Hive Five


Your Five Favorite Pens

Sharpie Pens

Sharpie’s best known for their permanent markers, but their new pens offer the same quality non-toxic, smear-proof ink that—at least in this case—won’t bleed through the paper as you use it. Sharpie’s medium and fine point pens come with soft tips for smooth, consistent writing, and the best part is that they’re available virtually anywhere. No refills or fancy designs on these, but those of you who nominated them love them to the point where at least one of you said that if you used one, you’d never vote for anything else. Sharpie’s had a rough road with some of their pens, but we have to say: Sharpie’s newer pens are great, and well worth a shot, especially considering the price point. - Alan Henry for Lifehacker’s 2012 Budget Pen Hive Five

I’m left-handed and apparently don’t hold my pens correctly, so any ballpoint pens just don’t work for me. The ink just doesn’t come out smoothly for me. I like Sharpie pens because they have a nice felt tip and work no matter how I’m holding them. - Megganna



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Rats In Restaurants Are Not a Big Deal 

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Rats In Restaurants Are Not a Big Deal 

So there were rats in the restaurant. Okay. You’ll be fine!!!

Guess what my friend: there are rats everywhere. There are rats in the sewers. There are rats in the subways. There are rats in the alleys. There are rats in the trashcans.

There are rats in the restaurants.

Oh yes—there are rats in the restaurants. You think there are only rats in the restaurants unfortunate enough to have a patron take a picture of a rat in the restaurant that ends up on the local news? Oh no. There are rats in all the restaurants. Rats do not pay attention to signs and doorways and cleanly mopped floors. Rats come and go according to rat needs. Rats walk the hidden paths of the city. Rat paths pay no attention to Michelin stars. Only to small cracks in the molding and the scent of garbage. These things are in all kitchens. Rats might be walking through anywhere. You never know where a rat might show up. Just to poke his rat head in. Just to take a look.

Don’t sweat the rat’s technique.

Here’s the good news: it doesn’t matter. It does not matter one bit that a rat recently ran through the kitchen of the restaurant at which you are eating. The rat’s jaunt will not affect your dining experience one bit. Unless the rat is on the plate of food that you are currently eating, your horrified objections to the idea of a rat setting food in a restaurant are unjustified. The amount of filth brought into a kitchen by a stealthy foraging rat pales in comparison to the microscopic filth that undoubtedly coats the hands of the person preparing your food. Even in a nice restaurant. And even all of the filth on your cook’s hands, and floating in the air, and lying unseen on every kitchen surface, is not enough to have any effect on you, the diner. I eat in restaurants all the time. I’m fine. If I ever ate any rat hairs—and I probably did—I’m still fine. You have been in restaurants that have had rats in their kitchens before. You just didn’t know it. And you’re fine. Ergo, it is not worth giving a hoot about.

Rats poop a lot? You’re afraid of rat poop in your food? Okay. Look at your food. Is it food—or is it rat poop? It’s food? Okay. Stop being a drama queen.

If it comforts you, you can think to yourself, “What I don’t know can’t hurt me.” But the fact is that whether you know that a rat might have run through a restaurant at some point or not, it will not hurt you. Food poisoning is something that could hurt you in a restaurant. Rats are not secretly leaving uncooked chicken breasts sitting out overnight. Actual poison is something that could hurt you in a restaurant. Rats are not sneaking tiny vials of arsenic into your food as the chef’s back is turned. People go out in the woods and eat plants directly out of the dirt and eat animals that they just killed with a stick. And you’re worried about a rat being in the same physical building as your properly prepared dinner. You have a lot of work to do—on yourself.

Rats are just like you. They are just trying to live. If they have the chance sometimes, then sure, they’ll get a snack from a restaurant garbage can at night. They’ll sneak into a kitchen and get em a little something. Nothing wrong with that. They’re hungry just like you. So a kitchen had some rats in it. It probably also had some roaches in it. Doesn’t matter a bit. I’d rather dine with rats than with the kind of people who freak out about rats—whiners (and haters) who whine and hate (out of ignorance).

[Image by Jim Cooke]

WikiLeaks Just Doxxed the Head of the CIA

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WikiLeaks Just Doxxed the Head of the CIA

Earlier this week a team of self-described teenage stoner hackers claimed they’d breached the personal AOL account of CIA Director John Brennan, though evidence of the hack was scant. Today, WikiLeaks has begun to release files from that account.

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Most of the documents in the release today are either old, previously public, or both. The only new material comes from Brennan’s Standard Form 86 questionnaire, a form used by those requesting national a security clearance. Unsurprisingly, Brennan states a record without illegal drug use or an alcohol problem.

A bit more surprisingly, WikiLeaks did not redact any of the highly personal (and not particularly newsworthy) information contained in that form, including Brennan’s passport number, home address and phone number, the Social Security number for Brennan’s wife, and the phone numbers and addresses of everyone he lists as references and associates.

WikiLeaks Just Doxxed the Head of the CIA

WikiLeaks says that “over the coming days” it will release more documents from Brennan’s AOL inbox.


Contact the author at biddle@gawker.com.
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Taylor Swift Is an Annoying White Person

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Taylor Swift Is an Annoying White Person

In a new Rolling Stone profile, The Weeknd talks about his first time meeting Taylor Swift. As it turns out, hanging out with her sounds like a huge chore, especially if you have hair that is different than her own:

But the whole time she was talking, she was kind of, like, petting my hair? I think she was just drawn to it — she must have been a little gone off a few drinks. And of course I’m not going to be like, “Hey, can you stop?” I mean, it felt good! But when she started petting my hair, that’s when I was like, “I definitely need a drink.”

Taylor Swift sounds very fun and not insane. All of her celebrity friends truly love her and are not hostages.

[via Stereogum, image via Getty]


Contact the author at jordan@gawker.com.

Royal Saudi Drama: The Prince, the Alleged Face Fart and the Lawsuit

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Royal Saudi Drama: The Prince, the Alleged Face Fart and the Lawsuit

Sometimes drama just happens—you show up at a charity event and your rival is there and before you know it you’re screaming at each other and producers are getting it all on film, they love it! But sometimes drama percolates—a whisper in the wind gathers momentum, a tumbleweed roars across the barren tabloid wasteland. It’s salacious and scandalous—is it true? Next question, please.

Such is the case with today’s royal report—a completely unverifiable glimpse into the gaseous depravity of one Saudi prince, laid out in what can only be described as an overly optimistic civil suit filed by three alleged victims.

(The royal, 29-year-old Prince Majed Abdulaziz Al-Saud, was arrested last month after neighbors reportedly spotted a female employee bleeding and screaming for help. This week, the Los Angeles City Attorney’s Office announced he would not be charged with felony sex assault—not that it ultimately matters much: Al-Saud disappeared as soon as he was released on bail.)

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But I digress—here it is—the drama I promised you, via the Daily Mail:

Court documents seen by Daily Mail Online disclose how he is accused of being drunk and high at his $37 million mansion in Beverly Hills and repeatedly making unwanted sexual advances.

The documents were filed by lawyers acting for three female employees of Al Saud.

They include a claim that the royal attempted to urinate on the trio while screaming: ‘I want to pee pee’.

He also threatened to kill one of the women if she refused to ‘party’ with him and jumped on top of another and began rubbing himself against her in a ‘sexual and aggressive manner’.

When asked to stop, Al Saud allegedly then yelled: ‘I am a prince and I do what I want. You are nobody!’

All three of the women claim to have seen the royal having his penis ‘stroked’ by a male aide and say they were forced to stay in the room and watch as the encounter unfolded.

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Another says she was made to watch while a different male aide bent over and broke wind in Al Saud’s face – apparently at his request.

Princes and penises and farts and whispered promises of murder. Could things get any more dramatic? Is any of it true? I’ll let you in on a little secret: I have no idea.


Image via CNN. Contact the author at gabrielle@gawker.com.

Only 10 People Donated to Lincoln Chafee's Presidential Campaign :(

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Only 10 People Donated to Lincoln Chafee's Presidential Campaign :(

Lincoln Chafee, a gentle, smiling bird you’d rather not be killing for dinner but you have to, that’s nature, has raised just over $15,000 for his Democratic presidential campaign. Of that sum, $4,100 came from his own wallet, while $8,300 was collected from a selection of donors as numerous as toes on your feet, or stars in a cluster of 10 stars.

I want to cry.

NPR interviewed three of the 10 donors, who willingly parted with cash to support a campaign averaging one-tenth of 1 percent in the latest Democratic primary polls. Two of them are Chafee’s friends, and one of them just likes his vibe.

Patrick Flinn, an attorney in Atlanta, told NPR “he has just a really positive approach to life,” which seems definitely true! “He looks like someone who gets up every morning and is just happy to be there.” Flinn added: “He can accomplish something valuable, in my view, by staying in the race and by expressing himself in the race in his unique way.”

This man is not wrong. I, too, would like Lincoln Chafee to stay in the race and continue expressing his daffy positivity, smiling expectantly at the world like he’s baked us a muffin and very much hopes we’ll enjoy it.

Dr. John O’Shea, a pediatrician in Atlanta and another donor, is a friend of the Chafee family. “I sort of feel like I need to support him,” he told NPR. Same! The third donor interviewed is Ronald Lee Fleming of Cambridge, Mass., another friend of Chafee, who threw in a “If Linc doesn’t make it—and I don’t sense that he has a very good chance—” which really feels like a stake to the heart.

If you are like me, and now feel emotionally obligated to donate to Lincoln Chafee’s campaign, follow this link now (while his campaign website still exists).


Contact the author at ellie@jezebel.com.

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Two Killed, Three Injured by Sword-Wielding Man on Rampage Through Swedish School

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Two Killed, Three Injured by Sword-Wielding Man on Rampage Through Swedish School

A teacher and a young student were killed Thursday morning when a masked man with a sword attacked a school in the Swedish town of Trollhattan.

Police shot the suspect, who is reportedly in his 20s, shortly after the attack started—around 10 a.m. local time. He’s now in a hospital in serious condition. Two wounded male students, ages 11 and 15, were also taken to the hospital and reportedly in serious condition. The BBC reported one of the boys later died.

According to Sweden’s The Local, another teacher and a third student are also being treated at the hospital, and an ambulance crashed into a school wall as it arrived on scene.

Students who saw the masked man initially thought he was joking, according to Swedish TV reports cited by the BBC.

“He had a mask and black clothes and a long sword,” one said.

Another thought the man had been wearing a Star Wars mask.

The Local also ran one teenage student’s harrowing accounts of being chased by the man:

“I was in a classroom with my class when one of my classmates’ sisters called her to warn her that there was a murderer at the school. So we locked the door to the classroom, but our teacher was still outside in the corridor.”

“We wanted to warn him, so a few of us went outside and then I saw the murderer, he was wearing a mask and had a sword. Our teacher got stabbed.”

“The murderer started chasing me, I ran into another classroom. If I had not run, I would have been murdered. I’m feeling really scared. Everyone’s scared here.”

“This is a dark day for Sweden,” Prime Minister Stephen Löfven said in a statement.

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When Gentrification Gets Violent: Sebastián Silva's Twisted ​​Nasty Baby

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When Gentrification Gets Violent: Sebastián Silva's Twisted ​​Nasty Baby

Nasty Baby, the latest movie from Brooklyn-based Chilean director Sebastián Silva (The Maid, Crystal Fairy), is one of the low-key weirdest things I’ve seen all year. In a Fassbinder-esque turn, Silva plays an artist character named Freddy who’s attempting to have a baby with his boyfriend Mo (Tunde Adebimpe) and their friend Polly (Kristen Wiig). Shot at Silva’s own Fort Greene apartment, Nasty Baby (named after an art piece Freddy is working on) feels like a little slice of modern privileged life until a turf war breaks out between Freddy and an older, mentally unstable black man on the block named the Bishop (Reg E. Cathey). Tension escalates and explodes in a final-act shocker that some will find to be a jarring tone shift.

Gentrification, sexuality, and race relations are all examined in Nasty Baby, but the movie doesn’t preach. “The morals of the movie are purposely open and ambiguous,” Silva, whom I know socially, told me last week in the office of Nasty Baby’s publicist. “I could never get my head around the morals of the film entirely. I don’t feel that I have a final conclusion to it.”

Like gentrification, race relations, and what it means to be a gay person in 2015, Nasty Baby is an evolving and elliptical conversation that is equally capable of hilarity and ugliness. A condensed and edited transcript of our chat is below.

Note: Silva discussed the film’s final twist at length, but I’ve obscured that with more general language in brackets to keep unspoiled those reading this interview who haven’t seen the film.

Gawker: This is a crazy movie.

Sebastián Silva: Yeah, it gets kind of crazy.

I think the conceit is crazy. It’s crazy to play a version of yourself filmed in your apartment.

It’s not so new. The Maid was shot at my parents’ house. It’s something that I’ve done. I just use locations that are completely free and that I’ve been in. I know the area. We could have gotten another house, honestly, production-wise, but it just felt like using my house would serve the purpose so much better. I knew how to get around, the dynamics where people sit, it’s easier to write things out of locations you know well. My landlord was cool with it—we could use the stairs, we could use the stoop.

After shooting the movie, though, I wanted to move out. Any secret or sacred aspect of my place had completely vanished. After the shoot, I burned sage and moved furniture around. It’s still fucked up.

Why did you create this alternate reality for yourself? Is this a fantasy play?

Not so much. There’s a lot of things I took from my life and fictionalized for this film like living in Brooklyn. I’m not really thinking about having babies like [the characters] are, but I’m 36 and a lot of my friends are thinking about it or having them—straight and gay. Parenting is a really big part of my life right now. That was fun to portray.

The part of Bishop was based on a really old idea I had in Chile when I lived in a gentrified Chilean neighborhood. There was a neighbor that was a pain in the ass for everybody. He lived next door to me. He looked like a hybrid of a crazy schizophrenic and a homeless man, but then he lived in this nice apartment. He was our neighbor but he was like fucking up the whole thing. He was harassing women and parking cars, asking for money. That was a man I wanted to kill at some point. He was such an asshole to everybody. He was scary. He would start fights in the grocery store. I hated him so much. I was like, “What if he disappears?” There was also a Law & Order episode that I love about this homeless guy that was missing. They start investigating and it feels that every neighbor in that area decided to keep silent. They had gotten rid of this man and everyone agreed that was the best thing to do. At the end the investigators are like, “They got rid of an unwanted man, and they got away with it.” There is the fucked-upness of the fact that there are people out there that no one will truly miss. Or maybe somebody, but those people won’t have the power to start a serious investigation. There are these unwanted citizens, especially in those gentrified neighborhoods.

And then there’s the side storyline where Freddy is trying to make his artwork, which sort of relates to his fantasy of becoming a biological father. When he finds out early on that he won’t be, he loses passion for his project.

His performance art and your performance in this movie are parallels, too, right?

Yeah. It feels like this should be the most autobiographical film, but it isn’t. The Maid is truly about my family, it’s truly about a maid. That movie involves way more reality than this one.

In a lot of ways, Nasty Baby feels like a movie about race, but it’s almost like a house of cards you’ve built with examples to the point where I don’t think there’s a clear statement about race. Freddy’s boyfriend is black, and so are many of the people he socializes with in his neighborhood—but so is his nemesis. Maybe the lack of a clear statement is the movie’s clearest statement.

Yeah. [Last week] we had a screening at the Nitehawk [in Williamsburg]. Somebody asked about that. There’s a very strategic sort of thing by giving Freddy a black boyfriend, even though my ex-boyfriend was black and he was a woodworker. Those are more parts of my life used as narrative elements. But the fact that it’s Freddy and Polly and Mo [against] a black mentally disabled man, like, having a black man in the mix pushes it away from race in terms of a racial discourse. It’s not white people [against] a black man, it’s just fucked-up people [against] a black man.

You made sure your representation was balanced.

Yeah. There’s a Latino, an African American, and an American girl all [against] a black man. That saves it from being racist. I guess that’s the only thing I thought about race. At some point we couldn’t find the black boyfriend and it was like, “Well, what if he’s not black?” And then it was like, “Shit, that part becomes really strong.” If the boyfriend is not black and they’re all white [against] a black man, then Spike Lee is going to come and shoot me.

Couldn’t someone interpret this as amounting to, “I’m not racist; I have a black boyfriend”? That would be a copout.

More than Freddy is racist, or not—I don’t care so much about that, Freddy could be whatever—I feel it makes the movie less racist. There were some black people yesterday [at the screening] who agreed. They said, “If Mo was not part of that crime, it would be like what the fuck is going on in this movie?”

Freddy isn’t entirely likable, either. I often see people creating these characters for themselves that are supposed to be ideal versions of themselves. Freddy has rage issues, and he isn’t necessary in the right in his turf war with Bishop.

Polly, Mo, and Freddy are all imperfect people. They’re never heroes. But you get to see them so much. The final plot comes in the second half of the third act, which is pretty unorthodox. It’s like, “Why so late?” I took as much time as possible to make the audience identify with and feel for these people, even though, again, they’re not heroes. Polly’s really pushy, she just wants to have a baby, she doesn’t give a fuck about these guys. Mo is kind of a pushover that doesn’t know what to do. And then Freddy is really obsessive and selfish. They have their flaws, but they’re also sweet people. You understand them. When you make the audience identify for such a long time, as much as I could stretch it, and then you make them do such a fucking awful act, people have a harder time judging and condemning them. I was terrified, because it’s so fucked up what they do, especially [at a certain point] when it’s clearly not a mistake, not an accident anymore. It’s a vicious, selfish act, but Freddy apologies as he’s doing it. It’s such a manipulative film that people actually feel sorry for them and not for the victim, which is really fucked up. But also it’s so human to feel compassion for people that do fucked-up shit. The morals of the movie are purposely open and ambiguous. I could never get my head around the morals of the film entirely. I don’t feel that I have a final conclusion to it.

Did making a gay movie mean anything to you, conceptually? Also does it mean anything practically? Conventional wisdom says that gay-themed movies are much harder to find audiences for than straight ones.

I made a movie a long time ago with a friend of mine called Old Cats. There’s a lesbian couple in it, and they’re trying to get an apartment from one of their moms. [Sexuality] was secondary. In this movie, even though the main characters are gay, and they’re trying have a baby, the gayness of them all doesn’t carry the story. They happen to be gay and they want to have a family. When they become [criminals], their gayness vanishes. It’s no longer a thing.

The movie is so unapologetic about gay parenting. It’s not ever asking. It’s not a movie that’s open to a discussion about gay parenting. To me, gay movies are movies that center on the phenomenon of being a homosexual or liking dick or being rejected. When homosexuality is what’s driving the story in anyway: an erotic thing or a guilty thing or trauma. It’s always like homosexuality is the center of the story. In this movie, I feel it’s not so much the center of the story. It’s more anecdotal.

It was my idea to keep this movie away from gay circles. Like, “Let’s not do an interview with Out magazine. Let’s not make it into a gay film.” Not because I’m homophobic, but it’s like you said, gay movies, people don’t watch them, really. I don’t watch them, really. I don’t go on Netflix to see what the gay content is, because it’s usually stuff that is like Romeo and...someone, and they’re trying to love each other, but one of their fathers is homophobic. But we couldn’t get away from [the gay association]. [Nasty Baby] won the Bear in Berlin, and it won Outfest. But maybe it won those awards because it has gay content and is portraying gay people and it’s not making their homosexuality a thing. It’s being as casual as possible. That’s what I went for. Some people asked [at Nitehawk] why there wasn’t sex in the movie. I don’t do sex scenes, period. Straight or gay. I’ve never done them. Just because the movie has a gay couple doesn’t mean there’s going to be gay skin or gay eroticism.

I guess there’s a slight conflict of identity with Moe’s family, but you’re right, the movie is more practical minded.

The moment of identity, when Mo’s sister questions their arrangement, you see the father comes around and sabotages the whole conversation with a birthday cake. Whenever the movie starts creating a little bit of a discourse about it, the movie itself sabotages the conversation or the argument. I really like that, because to keep on arguing about whether gay people can have children or... I’m like: We’re gay. I don’t even want to embark on those conversations anymore. It’s like those people who are like, “Do you believe in God?” I don’t want to talk about it! I’m over that thing. I’m talking about how we’re going to raise them, not if we should have them.

Nasty Baby will be in theaters Friday, and available on demand on Friday, October 30.

Can Donald Trump Ever Be Too Stupid For His Stupid Supporters? 

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Can Donald Trump Ever Be Too Stupid For His Stupid Supporters? 

Cranial bee sting victim Donald Trump is a leading presidential candidate, despite the fact that he is clearly a stupid, racist clown. Can Donald Trump say anything too stupid to dissuade his own backers?

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I fear not. I’m sorry. I would like to believe that he could. But as time passes, and Donald Trump continues to not plummet down the polls like a falling lump of frozen urine, I fear not. I fear that there is in fact nothing that is racist, xenophobic, patronizing, or blatantly ignorant enough that could pass the lips of Donald Trump in a national media interview that his supporters would hear and say to themselves, “Hmm—maybe this once-in-a-generation narcissistic goon should not be the leader of the world’s most powerful nation.”

Yesterday? Yesterday was just a single day in a single week of a single month of a long, long campaign. But just yesterday, Donald Trump called “illegals” natural-born car thieves, and he told a Fox Business News interviewer that yes, he would consider closing down mosques in America to fight terrorism: “Absolutely. I think that’s great.”

He thinks that’s great!

“It depends, if the mosque is, you know, loaded for bear. I don’t know. You’re gonna have to certainly look at it,” he qualified, dumbly.

Just a dumb, racist idiot saying whatever idea pops into his big old head, no matter how stupid. This is what millions and millions of American voters prefer, as their leader. I fear that it may be not just difficult but impossible to be too stupid for a significant slice of the American electorate.

Prove me wrong, you fucking dolts.

[Photo: AP]

U.S. Soldier Killed Freeing Hostages From ISIS Prison in Iraq

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U.S. Soldier Killed Freeing Hostages From ISIS Prison in Iraq

U.S. defense officials said one American soldier was killed Thursday morning as Special Forces and Iraqi troops raided an ISIS-run prison in northern Iraq, the first U.S. soldier killed in action in Iraq since 2011.

An estimated 70 Kurdish hostages were freed during the operation, which The New York Times reports was the first commando operation against ISIS in Iraq.

CBS reports “a number of ISIS militants” may have been captured in the raid, which took place near the city of Hawija, in Kirkuk.

“[U.S. troops] cut off roads and raided the place successfully,” Najmaldin Karim, the governor of Kirkuk Province, told the NYT. “They were able to take people with them.”

Back in February, ISIS posted propaganda videos that allegedly showed captured Kurdish Peshmerga fighters—who have been U.S. allies in Iraq and Syria—being carried through Hawija in cages:

It’s not clear whether these were the same hostages released during Thursday’s mission.

[Photo of a Kurdish Peshmerga fighter via AP Images]

Jeremy Renner on Closing Gender Pay Gap: "That's Not My Job"

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Jeremy Renner on Closing Gender Pay Gap: "That's Not My Job"

Jeremy Renner, semi-recognizable professional pretender who once crashed a wedding, stayed for an hour, and refused to take photographs with the bride and groom, has something to say about attempting to close the gender pay gap: “that’s not my job.” Go on...

(Jeremy Renner is also known for repeatedly calling the character Black Widow, the only female member of the Avengers in Renner’s film The Avengers: Age of Ultron, “a slut.”)

Recently, after reading—or at least skimming—Jennifer Lawrence’s essay about her experience with being paid less than male costars, Brady Cooper told Reuters that he would, in the future, share salary information with his female costars in an attempt to make negotiating pay more fair. “I don’t know where it’s changing otherwise,” he said, “but that’s something that I could do.”

Sounds like he gets it. At the very least, he gets what he should say out loud.

Jeremy Renner, small and dim, is not so lucky. In an interview with Business Insider, Renner was asked whether he would consider negotiating alongside female costars in the future to ensure they were being paid fairly. An easy question to answer. Something like “yes.” Or, if not yes, something that shows support without necessarily tying the speaker to action. “It’s obvious that something needs to be done.” Anything like that. Yes? Jeremy?

No. “That’s not my job,” he said, adding, “I don’t know contracts and money and all that sort of stuff.” I bet. From Business Insider:

Adding he fully supports actresses receiving equal pay as actors, he said he’s more focused on his craft than what everyone is making.

“I’m a performer and I know human behavior. When it comes to that sort of stuff I let other people deal with that,” said the two-time Oscar nominee. “I do what I’m good at, that’s what I focus on.”

So lucky for Jeremy Renner that he doesn’t have to worry about equal pay and can just focus on doing what he’s good at: being a shit.


Image via Getty. Contact the author at kelly.conaboy@gawker.com.

The Alleged Grindr Serial Killer, as Seen on Celebrity Masterchef

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The Alleged Grindr Serial Killer, as Seen on Celebrity Masterchef

I know what the alleged Grindr serial killer did last summer and frankly I find it horrifying—Celebrity Masterchef is still on the air?!

http://gawker.com/grindr-serial-...

Stephen Port, a 40-year-old British man accused of killing at least four men he met on gay dating sites, might be a murderer. One thing I’m fairly confident he’s not is a celebrity chef—but he did manage to appear on the show last summer in a deliciously creepy disguise. The details, which are scant, via the Independent.

Footage of an episode from the BBC show’s ninth series, which aired in June, features Stephen Port serving pasta and meatballs to bus drivers at West Ham Bus Garage, in east London.

Apparently wearing a wig, he was helping JLS star JB Gill as he competed with other celebrities including former EastEnders actor Emma Barton.

A bewigged suspected serial killer featured on a TV show—holy Robert Durst, they’re everywhere!


Contact the author at gabrielle@gawker.com.

The Secret Service Snoozehounds Will Kill the President

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The Secret Service Snoozehounds Will Kill the President

The Secret Service, who (despite their very best efforts) have yet to actually succeed in killing the President, are sleepy. So sleepy, in fact, that the Inspector General is issuing an alert after finding two distinct Secret Service members fast asleep at their posts.

According to The Washington Post, this sort of formal alert “indicates investigators have found a problem so urgent or sweeping that its requires swift attention from senior management.” “Swift” being a fairly relative term, of course.

Because after someone managed to jump the White House fence back in September of 2014, the Department of Homeland Security waited until this August to complete a routine check of the various Secret Service facilities. While on their (presumably unannounced) visit, auditors found two different officers at two totally different posts “asleep while on duty.”

From The Washington Post:

[Secret Service leaders] say the evidence suggests that an overtaxing work schedule was not the reason for the two employees’ lack of alertness. In one case, the officer told investigators that cold medicine he took that day had made him drowsy, two government officials said. The other officer ostensibly had a very full work schedule on paper, but a large chunk of that was sitting and sleeping while flying back in a military transport plane from President Obama’s trip to Kenya.

Still, Secret Service Director Joseph Clancy is promising to improve staffing numbers to cut back on hours, which could mean increasing the number of agents by 85 and the number of officers by 200.

In the meantime, President Obama—you’re probably safer alone.


Contact the author at ashley@gawker.com.


A Beginner's Guide to the Synth

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A Beginner's Guide to the Synth

You know the sound. Listen to Devo’s “Whip It” or Parliament’s “Flash Light.” Like countless modern pop songs, they’re full of sounds that aren’t made by acoustic instruments; the sound is pure synthetic. You’re listening to electricity manipulated by a machine.

The machine of course is the synthesizer, and it’s been one of the most crucial building blocks of contemporary music. And yet, how many of us know how a synth works? How do a bunch of wonky tones coming out of a box covered in knobs and buttons translate to the memorable sounds of disco, or synthpop, or house or electro or EDM or Taylor Swift?

This guide is an attempt to demystify the ubiquitous sonic gadget—not for audiophiles or synth nerds, but for anyone that listens to music in the 21st century and is curious about how it’s made.

Creating Sound From Scratch

Let’s start at the beginning, 50 years ago, when an electrician (not a musician!) named Robert Moog devised a new way to make sound: using an electrical signal.

On the heels of the invention of the transistor, Moog (rhymes with “vogue”) made a machine that could break sound down into its most fundamental properties and control every aspect of it with voltage—essentially building sound from scratch.

Which is why to really understand anything about synths, you have to have a basic grasp of acoustic theory. So let’s go back to physics class a second.

In a nutshell, sound is caused by a vibrating object creating changes in air pressure, which vibrates our eardrum, and which we in turn perceive as sound. A synthesizer basically mimics this natural acoustic process. So instead of a plucked, vibrating guitar string, the vibration — called “oscillation” in synthspeak — comes from an electrical signal generated by rapidly changing voltages in a circuit.

Those oscillations repeat periodically, in patterns called waveforms. And every aspect of a waveform — its size, speed, structure — can be further shaped by the synth’s controls to carve out a sound’s pitch, timbre, tone and more. Then eventually, the electrical signal is amplified and sent through a speaker to convert it back to sound the human ear understands.

Now in the beginning, synths weren’t musical in the traditional sense—they were pretty much crap at emulating acoustic instruments in any realistic way, because the waveforms produced by organic sounds are much more complex and harmonically rich (more on this later) than the precise mathematical waves generated by electricity. But synths were very good at spitting out trippy, otherworldly sounds that don’t exist in nature at all, which is why they found a perfect early home in 60s psychedelia and scifi films.

But how does an electrical signal go from sounding like the robotic fart sound of speaker feedback into something resembling music? Here’s where all those knobs come in.

How a Synthesizer Works

A Beginner's Guide to the Synth

The control panel on the Minimoog synthesizer

All synths have a few basic components that work together to forge a sound: an oscillator that generates the waveform and changes its pitch, a filter that carves out certain frequencies in the wave to change the timbre, an amplifier that controls the signal volume, and modulation to create effects. Let’s break those down a bit.

Oscillator

The oscillator is the initial source of the sound — like the guitar string pluck. Voltage from a power source oscillates electrons which generates a waveform, and most synths let you select from various types of waves because different patterns have different sounds. The most common types are:

A Beginner's Guide to the Synth

Fundamentals of synthesis poster via Moog Foundation

Hear the difference in their sounds:

The synth’s oscillator section also controls pitch, or in physics-speak, frequency. Frequency is the speed of the vibration (the frequency with which a waveform completes one cycle of its pattern). It’s measured in cycles per second, or Hertz. The faster the frequency, the higher the pitch—double the frequency and the pitch goes up an octave.

So to put it in musical terms, a 440 Hz tone is an A note, and 880 Hz is an A an octave up. 260 Hz is middle C and so on. Math! (The human ear can hear as low as 20 Hz and up to 20 kHz, which you might notice is the name of this here blog.)

Filter

So that’s how you get different notes to play a melody. But a trumpet and piano sound very different even when played at the same pitch, because of the sound’s timbre. This is where the synth starts messing around with harmonics.

A sine wave is just one single frequency, but all other sounds are made up of several frequencies that combine to form the dominant pitch that you hear. It’s why a C chord on the guitar sounds like a C even though E and G notes are also played. These are called harmonics; they aren’t heard as discrete pitches, but rather overtones that gives a sound its unique character or timbre.

The filter section of a synthesizer modifies timbre by blocking certain frequencies in the waveform and letting others through. Turning the filter knob from top to bottom gives you this recognizable sound:

The Moog synthesizer in particular is famous for its rich filter sounds (and even patented one of them). You can actually hear that classic Moog analog filter in the opening track of Kanye West’s Yeezus, a track produced by Daft Punk:

Amplifier and Envelope Generator

Beyond speed, a synth can also manipulate the signal’s size, and here’s where the amplifier comes in. As you know the amp controls volume by making a signal bigger and thus louder. But it can also modify the amplitude of the signal over time — how quickly it reaches peak loudness, and how long it sustains that volume. Think about the difference between the staccato sound you get from banging a piano key versus the gradual lead-up of the sound of a violin string.

This loudness contour can be controlled by a synth’s “envelope generator.” The most common is called ADSR, for attack (the onset of the sound), decay (when it starts to fade), sustain (how long the sound holds), and release (when it ends). Adjusting this contour can significantly change the character of a sound.

Modulation

There are many other modulators that further mess with these sonic properties. One standby is the low-frequency oscillator or LFO. It oscillates a signal at very low frequencies, lower than the ear can hear, so it’s not used to create sound but to modulate other parts of the synth for effects like a wah pedal. When applied to the oscillator, it wiggles the pitch to create vibrato. Applied to the amplitude makes the volume go up and down creating tremolo. Appying it to the filter is how you get the signature dubstep wobble bass:

A ring modulator is another popular effect that works by combining two signal inputs to get brand new frequencies. It makes a wobbly metallic sound — the effect behind the classic eerie synth sound behind the Doctor Who soundtrack and the voices of the Daleks. Exterminate.

The most common form of synthesis—the kind Dr. Moog pio is called subtractive synthesis — it starts with a harmonically rich waveform and filters out certain frequencies to carve out a sound. (Ali Jamieson’s blog post “Forgive me Lord for I Have Synth” is a great guide).

But as synths advanced, they starting using other kinds of audio synthesis that could add or multiply waves together, and the range of possible sounds exploded. Synths got much better at mimicking traditional instruments including percussive sounds like bells and drums, which led to the eruption of dance music.

Synths went from being a novelty effect used to spice up rock songs to the primary ingredient in a track, eventually replacing traditional instruments altogether. Let’s take a quick little tour through history.

Evolution of the Synth

A Beginner's Guide to the Synth

The legendary Yamaha DX7, the sound of plasticky 80s synthpop

As the technology behind synths matured, it took popular culture right along with it. Think about the music that defined the last five centuries and you can basically hear the machine evolve. Through the 70s and 80s, a new model design or the latest high-tech feature opened up the potential for sounds that had never been created before — you could build a song around these novel sounds (Synthtopia has a fun list of famous synth sounds). Some even spawned entire musical subgenres.

The first synths were called modular synthesizers, because each component — oscillator, filter, etc — were separate modules that you had to manually connect by plugging wires (called patch cables) in and out of different parts of the machine. They were massive, cumbersome, and expensive as fuck, and mostly relegated to university sound labs.

But some successful artists could afford to experiment with the cutting-edge machines, namely pop stars like the Monkees, on “Daily Nightly” in 1967; four tracks of the Beatles’ Abbey Road includingMaxwell’s Silver Hammer,” (0:58) and “Here Comes The Sun” (1:40); and prog rocker Keith Emerson who’s famous for dragging his massive modular onto the stage to show it off.

Keith Emerson’s 1970 single “Lucky Man” is considered the first ever synth solo

But the watershed moment for early modular synths was Donna Summer’s disco hit “I Feel Love,” produced in 1977 by Georgio Moroder, who as the Guardian describes it “pulled the voice of God from the void. Everything that isn’t the kick drum or Donna Summer are the big-brained dreams of a Moog modular.”

(I’d be remiss not to mention that while Moog mainstreamed the instrument, Don Buchla invented his modular synth at the same time on the West Coast, where the sound was more avant-garde. Silver Apples of the Moon, composed by Morton Subotnick on the Buchla, was the first electronic music sold by a record company.)

The synth really took off in the early 70s when the tech got more compact, and portable all-in-one synths like the Minimoog came out. These fancy new synths were internally hardwired—no messy patch chords—and musicians could take them on tour and play them on stage.

A Beginner's Guide to the Synth

Everyone started incorporating synths into their music; you can hear it in 70s songs across genres: pop, funk, glam rock, reggae, jazz, new wave and most notoriously prog rockers in sequenced capes. “When you think of how an analogue synthesizer is supposed to sound, you’re probably thinking of a Minimoog,” The Vinyl Factory wrote. “The thick, bassy throbs that have come to characterize the instrument over the last four-and-a-half decades.”

And electronic music became popular as its own genre. Pioneer synth composer Wendy Carlos’s record Switched-on Bach sold half a million copies and won three Grammys in 1968, and six years later, the German band Kraftwerk came out with Autobahn, the record generally credited with spawning electronic pop, and making machine music cool in its own right.

The Rise of Digital

At the very end of the 70s, digital synthesizers came along and revolutionized music. Replacing circuits with algorithms meant you could program waveforms stacked together in any combination to recreate almost any sound. Synths got (relatively) good at emulating organic instruments, and suddenly you could press a button and get “piano” or “bass” without any traditional musical skill.

And this is what the 80s sounded like.

Artists increasingly relied on the preset sounds (also called “voices” or “patches” after the patch cables on modular synths) that came factory ready, which is why so many 80s pop songs sound the same — no one (except for Brian Eno, of course) bothered to program their own sounds from scratch.

Those cheesy, plasticky patches on the legendary Yamaha DX7 — the first commercially available, mass-produced digital synth — are ubiquitous in 80s synthpop ballads. You surely know the sound well:

The Marimba patch was common in new wave — it’s the synthetic bass in A-Ha’s “Take on Me.” The flute, electric piano, and even harmonica solo on Tina Turner’s “What’s Love Got to Do With It” are made with DX7 patches, a trifecta of cheese salvaged only by Turner’s incredible voice.

The Korg M1 synth came out not long after the DX7 and sold millions. You can’t listen to 90s music without recognizing the M1’s iconic voices — the slap bass voice in the Seinfeld theme, or the piano and organ presets that defined 90s house music, starting with Madonna’s “Vogue.”

Speaking of dance, the genesis of acid house is a fun example of the effect the evolving synth had on music. The now-famous Roland TB-303, which was actually one of the last analog synths but had a simple intuitive sequencer great for four-on-the-floor beats, basically singlehandedly created the acid sound, on accident.

The 303 was designed to replace the bass player in a rock band but was too unpredictable and hard to program (it didn’t come with directions) so it sucked at it and flopped, causing young producers in Chicago’s underground house scene to pick up the discounted secondhand synths and started messing around. The squrity squelchy bass sound that came out of the erratic 303s was the sound of acid house. (Fatboy Slim’s track “Everybody Needs a 303” wasn’t hyperbole.)

Analog Resurgence

But popular music follows a predictable cycle, always rebelling against the sound that came before it, causing a sonic 180. Just as punk almost killed synth music after disco (until new wave melded the punk ethos with the electronic sound), a backlash against the robotic plasticky homogenous sounds of 80s pop led to a trend toward “real” sounds in the mid-90s — most obviously with grunge, but also a return of analog synths, heard in ambient music pioneered by Brian Eno, and 90s electronica like Prodigy, Chemical Brothers, and Aphex Twin.

The pendulum swung back again when the rise of super affordable software synths (“softsyths”) meant anyone with a laptop could be a producer or pump out EDM to dance floors at da club. And now, it’s swinging back again. Analog synths are back in vogue — major brands like Moog, Roland, and Korg are capitalizing on nostalgia by putting out revivals of vintage icons (“vintage” in synthspeak is anything before the 90s) like the ARP Odyssey and Roland Jupiter 8.

Analog’s cool is only partly due to the sound — yeah, we tend to find the warm imperfection of analog machinery more pleasing than the robotic precision of digital technology. But today the are “analog modeling” digital synths that are good enough at mimicking the character of old-school imperfection the average ear probably can’t discern the origin of the sound.

The backlash against push-button laptop jockeys may be less about sound and more about creativity—the lack of inspiration you tend to get when choosing from a infinite library of packaged sounds that soft synths and so-called romplers cram inside a virtual box. People like hardware that you can pick up and play like an instrument, and there’s an enthusiastic subculture of indie boutique manufacturers designing unique and wacky hardware synths and modules.

A Beginner's Guide to the Synth

A modular synth, via Richard Devine/Vimeo

Modular synths are also undergoing an undeniable resurgence (which the excellent documentary I Dream of Wires describes in detail). Purists love modulars because it forces you to think about the aspects of sound and not rely on presets, opening up the possibility of serendipitous sonic discoveries. Moving a cable or adding a new module to your rig can change the entire sound of the machine — so the possibilities are quite literally infinite, limited “only by your imagination,” the mantra goes.

Growing consensus is that this pivot back to modular synthesizers isn’t nostalgia, but more that we never actually explored the full sonic potential of these walls of colorful wires and blinking lights in the first place — that we tossed them aside too soon to jump on the high-tech bandwagon. The next chapter in the evolution of the synth could be to go back where it started. Maybe the golden era of of synthetic sound is actually ahead of us.

[Sources: Synthesizer Academy | Moog Foundation | Dean Friedman | Ali Jamieson | The Vinyl Factory; Guardian | Wikibooks | Synthmania | FACT | Sound on Sound | I Dream of Wires]

20kHz is a new blog exploring how technology, science, and culture influence music and sound.


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Hillary Clinton: I Can Manage Your Condescension and My Notes at the Same Time, Thanks

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Dripping with smarm, Rep. Peter J. Roskam (R-Ill.) twice offered to stop talking (perchance to dream) so Hillary Clinton could look at her notes during the Benghazi hearing Thursday.

The details, summarized by the Washington Post:

“I can pause while you’re reading your notes from your staff,” he said.

Clinton replied that she can “do more than one thing at a time, Congressman. Thanks.”

Then a second time, he stopped to tell Clinton that she could look at her notes, prompting Clinton to laugh out loud.

“Go ahead and read the note if you need to,” Roskam said.

Clinton chuckled, “I have to . . . ”

“I’m not done with my question, I’m just giving you the courtesy of reading your note,” Roskam said, interrupting her.

Hillary is fine, thanks!!!



H/T the Washington Post. Contact the author at gabrielle@gawker.com.

007 Gives 00 Fucks on Spectre Press Tour

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007 Gives 00 Fucks on Spectre Press Tour

Daniel Craig has made it abundantly clear that he no longer gives a single fuck about the James Bond franchise or his role in it, for which he was handsomely paid. However, he still has to answer questions about it on one last press tour. It is a pleasure to watch.

Take, for example, this interview with Red Bull’s Red Bulletin, a real thing which Daniel Craig was asked to take seriously as part of his job.

First question:

THE RED BULLETIN: What could we learn from James Bond that would help us in our day-to-day lives?

DANIEL CRAIG: [Thinks for a short while.] Nothing.

Huh—oh, lemme—just, hmm—one sec—oh, yes—right here—NOTHING! And it only gets better from there, as Craig dismisses the interviewer’s attempts to hype up the Bond legend, saying “Let’s not talk these films up as some kind of life-changing experience.”

The films have changed the life of at least one person: Daniel Craig, who reportedly made $60 million on Spectre and the resulting endorsements. But point taken.

The interview continues, for some reason.

On Bond’s physique, Craig says, “It’s an aesthetic choice. My female producer always makes sure I take off my shirt often enough.”

And on Bond’s way with women: “Let’s not forget that he’s actually a misogynist.”

A ringing endorsement of the fine cinematic masterworks to which Craig has hitched his star (and abs) for the past ... I don’t know, let’s say “decade.”

Now let’s move on to Thursday morning, where Craig managed to pretend to care about what James Bond’s house looks like, started to lose interest while answering a question about Bond’s dressing gown, and cringed through repeated grilling about the relative lack of shirtless man-candy in the latest film.

And then it really fell apart. Craig was asked to do his signature “pout,” which, as far as he was aware up until that awkward moment, is not a real thing.

“I think you need to move on.” The correct response, and also the unofficial motto for the Spectre Press Tour 2015.

Five Gay Movies You Should See at NewFest

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Stonewall was a travesty, and Looking was canceled to many gay men’s dismay, but gay pop culture is thriving in 2015, provided you know where to find it. This year gave us Peter Strickland’s brilliant The Duke of Burgundy. (On the trans side of things many would also use the word “brilliant” to describe Sean Baker’s trans sex-worker comedy Tangerine, though the love people profess for that film boggles my mind.) Uptown, MoMA is currently running Stephen Winter’s exploration of race, sexuality, and exploitation, Jason and Shirley, while downtown at the IFC Center, Sebastián Silva’s gay-not-gay Nasty Baby opens tomorrow.

And starting tonight through next Tuesday at Bow Tie Chelsea Cinemas is New York’s annual LGBT film festival NewFest. The lineup this year is strong, which is particularly impressive given the dearth of mainstream LGBT stories and the compromises that are usually required in getting them made and seen. I’ve briefly rounded up five particularly impressive entires in this year’s festival below.


Carol

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I saw Todd Haynes’ latest movie Carol about a month ago at a press screening for the New York Film Festival, and barely a day has gone by that I haven’t thought about it since. Based on Patricia Highsmith’s novel The Price of Salt, this simple melodrama about a ‘50s housewife’s burgeoning romance with a younger shopgirl is simply enthralling—often even though it shouldn’t be. It repeatedly shows you how good cinema can transcend good sense. There’s a moment when Carol (Cate Blanchett) asks Therese (Rooney Mara) to embark on a road trip with her, clearly in the interest of making their budding romance blossom. They’re outside, it’s just before Christmas, and after Therese accepts the invitation, the music swells and it starts snowing. A heavier hand would have rendered this cheesy. And even as it is, you see the movie manipulating you, and yet it works so well. It’s a beautiful moment. Carol has those in spades.

This may all sound familiar to you. What may initially seem like the lesbian counterpart to Haynes’ Douglas Sirk-referencing 2002 melodrama Far from Heaven, was actually more inspired by Ruth Orkin’s photography and film work like Lovers & Lollipops, at Haynes revealed at Cannes, where Carol played to a rapturous response.

What is it about this movie? The flawless performances? The lush sets and elegant costumes? The inherent tension in watching two characters whose relationship seems doomed, whose truest selves they’re in the process of manifesting? All of these things and more. I feel like I’m being haunted by Carol, whose final shot is among the most indelible I’ve ever seen. Blanchett does more with her eyes in this movie that many actors do in their entire careers.


The Same Difference

Five Gay Movies You Should See at NewFest

The couple above—Nykia and Mickey—report that they sometimes get called “faggots” for being two studs (which is to say masculine-presenting women) in a lesbian couple. Their pairing is simply rejected by many in their community. That’s a small taste of the incredibly intricate identity politics Nneka Onuorah explores in her documentary about black lesbians called The Same Difference. Onuorah’s subjects have liberated themselves from greater societal expectations to live openly, only to find a more specific set of rules within their gay culture that they’re expected to abide by. Onuorah breaks these rules down explicitly via title cards (“No stud on stud,” “No bisexuals,” “No pregnant studs”) and on a molecular level via terminology (“femmes,” “AGs,” “aggressive women”).

Highlights include The Wire’s Felicia “Snoop” Pearson attempting to walk in heels so as to make herself a more versatile actress, and a stripper named King Kellz, whose dares to rock a weave even though she identifies as a stud. Kellz and Jordan Diaz-Cross, a pregnant stud, both confront online haters, and while you imagine that doing so on a daily basis would simply be exhausting, Onuorah is out to illustrate the wide parameters of community and the stress that comes from judgment from within. The Same Difference consistently blew my mind. It’s a very specific study of a very specific group, and yet the bigger picture of individuals negotiating societal expectations couldn’t be more universal.


Everlasting Love

Five Gay Movies You Should See at NewFest

Spanish director Marçal Forés creates a hook-up scenario that’s about as nightmarish as the real-life Grindr serial killer story. Centered on a co-ed cruising ground (sort of the Tinder of cruising spots, if you will), things go predictably downhill in unpredictable ways after a daddy teacher at a university hooks up with his eager student. Like Stranger By the Lake but way more pointed about the generational divide, what plays out is a scenario in which an older man comes to a sex-based scenario flaunting his pigishness openly, and ultimately is taken advantage of as a result. Everlasting Love works well as a thriller, but even better as a polemic exploration of how young queers devour the culture (and as a result, lives) of those who came before them. It’s bleak as hell, and rightly so.


Eisenstein in Guanajuato

Five Gay Movies You Should See at NewFest

The newest movie from Peter Greenaway (The Cook, The Thief, His Wife & Her Lover) is like a biopic that’s been chopped up by Brian DePalma and snorted by Russ Meyer. It breathlessly tells the story of Soviet Russian film director Sergei Eisenstein’s sexual blossoming during a work trip to Mexico in the ‘30s, and features more soft dick than I’ve ever seen in a major narrative feature (Gaspar Noé’s upcoming Love takes the award for the most hard dick I’ve ever seen in a major narrative feature). Its centerpiece is the hilarious and legitimately hot scene in which Eisenstein (Elmer Bäck) loses his virginity to his guide Palomino Cañedo (Luis Alberti). Eisenstein in Guanajuato can’t quite keep the frenetic pace it sets for itself in its first half (Greenaway has so much to show and tell that rolls out scene after scene of split screens), but it’s still fun to watch it try.


Fassbinder: To Love Without Demands

Five Gay Movies You Should See at NewFest

If you don’t anything about prolific German director Rainer Werner Fassbinder, To Love Without Demands is probably not a good place to get acquainted. Organized by theme as opposed to chronology, Christian Braad Thomsen shares previously unseen footage of interviews he conducted with Fassbinder, mostly in the ‘70s (Fassbinder died in ‘82 of a drug overdose). There’s some terrific footage here, like Fassbinder getting booed at the Berlin Film Festival after screening his first feature, Love Is Colder Than Death, as well as an extended musing by Fassbinder on his Oedipal fantasies (it begins, “Incest with my mother could certainly be a major experience in my imagination,” and only gets wilder from there). In less than 15 years, Fassbinder made 40 movies, and many of them were unbelievably good (The Bitter Tears of Petra von Kant, Fox and His Friends, and Ali: Fear Eats the Soul, among them). I feel like I could talk about his work for the rest of my life and not get bored. To Love Without Demands presents about two hours worth of conversations with and about this great man. It’s just that simple.

Newfest runs tonight through Tuesday, October 27.

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