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Carl PDFs Fall 2010 by carlmagazine
November 11, 2010, 5:32 pm
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November 5, 2010

October 22, 2010



by carlmagazine
October 22, 2010, 2:33 pm
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By Josiah Burns


So The Social Network is a really good movie. For all you creeps
out there, that’s my current Facebook status. I’ve been to the theater
three times this year (also for Inception and Winter’s Bone), and
Fincher’s latest is easily my favorite. It’s not just about Facebook or
its creator, but also the people he screwed over. The narrative flows
more like The Godfather than a minifeed, jumping between betrayals
within a misogynistic empire of greed.

On paper, it doesn’t sound that fun to watch Mark Zuckerberg (Jesse
Eisenberg) be a dick for two hours. On celluloid, Eisenberg’s so good
it’s a blast. Acerbic stares and veiled scoffs abound as Zuckerberg
outsmarts Harvard, the law, and the Internet itself. He’s a viciously
lovable devil, always ten steps ahead of his audience. Aaron Sorkin (A
Few Good Men, The West Wing) reasserts his reputation as one of
Hollywood’s sharpest screenwriters, alternating between hyper-quick
dialogues and dizzying coding sequences. Against Trent Reznor’s
pulsating score, Fincher sculpts extended music videos. Who knew that
programming FaceMash (a proto-Facebook) could be the subject of the
year’s most virtuosic montage? He’s also not afraid to employ daring
aesthetic techniques to cover important scenes. For example, Fincher
covers the film’s crucial crew race in tilt-shift cinematography, highly
abstracting backgrounds in order to intensify subjectivity.

I think The Social Network is David Fincher’s best film. I’m a
sucker for epic romances, but Eric Roth’s frame narrative in The Curious
Case of Benjamin Button is too clumsy. Here, Sorkin and Fincher
seamlessly weave past and present, overlapping sound cues and repeating
set-ups to create fluid transitions. The Social Network tells an honest,
universal story of ambition, corruption, and its humble origins. In
comparison, Fight Club seems sexist and culturally irrelevant. Zodiac,
while itself something of a masterpiece, runs a reel too long. The
Social Network doesn’t have a single extraneous moment. Each shot
advances the narrative; each character shows a different side of
humanity. Andrew Garfield and Justin Timberlake match Eisenberg’s manic
intensity, charging the film with nonstop energy. These are three of
many technicians within a greater artistic hierarchy. Fincher’s
storytelling empire (itself a network of actors, crew members, and
rotoscopers) is a well-oiled machine, one of Hollywood’s best.



Carl 2010 PDFs by carlmagazine
October 10, 2010, 5:23 pm
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The staff of the Carl recognizes that some readers may be unable to access the print version of the Carl. Perhaps they have religious beliefs preventing them from touching the Carletonian in order to take out the Carl. Perhaps they are bodiless entities which exist solely within the interweb. In either case, it is not our place  to judge.

May 7 2010 Carl

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As an added bonus, this makes it easier to cite the Carl in Endnote!



Carlemageddon UPDATE by Greg Hunter
April 12, 2009, 2:36 pm
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On January 30, we at The Carl launched a campaign of benevolent conquest against our neighbors from the north at Carleton University. While we have yet to hear back from Carleton U’s Charlatan directly, there are murmurings on the Charlatan website about a possible response. See for yourself:

http://www.charlatan.ca/drupal/content/defending-our-dignity-and-our-name

– Greg Hunter



What I’ve Been Doing Wrong by Greg Hunter
February 20, 2009, 1:46 am
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Found footage blogs are a wealth of VHS-era kitsch, but clips from sex and dating advice videos are my favorite by far. Maybe it’s their supposed quick fixes to the complicated, enduring issues between men and women. Maybe it’s just the guy at the 1:47 mark in video #1.

From videohomesystem.com:

From everthingisterrible.blogspot.com:

From the Found Footage Festival:

– Greg Hunter



The Democratization of the Doormat by mattpieh
January 13, 2009, 1:06 am
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In hopes of a better product, the doormat is trying a little experiment in blogging. As much as I love frantically writing the Top Five and the Schillometer during Wednesday night layout, I think we can do better. For the next couple of issues I’m going to try posting a prompt for the Schillometer and the Top Five on the Carl website and see what everyone else is thinking. Whether you’re Carl staff or not, feel free to add any comments to the post and we’ll print the best collective ideas. If this doesn’t work, I can probably think of penis jokes.

Also, here is the human flying-squirrel video I showed at the last meeting. If you didn’t see it you should probably watch it: http://www.collegehumor.com/video:1895859

Any Ideas?
Top 5-
Schillometer-

-Pieh



’08 Favorites – A supplement by Tom

First off, I’d like to second a few of Greg’s picks – No Age, Times New Viking, Fucked Up, and Santogold. Alright. Click the links below to download individual tracks, or here for the mediafire folder.

The Magnetic Fields – California Girls

This could be the catchiest song I’ve ever heard. I don’t even listen to it that much, because every time I do, it sticks in my head for days afterward (along with fantasies of rampaging through Hollywood with a battleaxe).

Arthur Russell – I Couldn’t Say It To Your Face

Arthur Russell didn’t write many songs like this one. It’s a shame; “I Couldn’t Say it to Your Face” is as immediate and heartfelt as anything else I’ve heard of his (which, in the scheme of his monstrous output, is very little). Everything, from the stop-start chorus, to the understated horns, to Russell’s deceptively soulful vocal performance, is just right.

Big Boi – Royal Flush feat. Andre 3000 and Raekwon

Lil Wayne and his (totally awesome) nonsense are the big story in rap this year, but ‘Dre’s scattered guest appearances over the past two years, most recently on “Royal Flush,” serve as a reminder that off-kilter, virtuosic flow is nothing new. And then there’s the song’s heavy-ass beat and those other two solid verses from Big Boi and Raekwon. Wayne may be the future of rap, but the old guard is aging gracefully.

White Denim – Don’t Look That Way At It

The first song off of one of my favorite albums of the year (Exposion). Like most of the rest of the album, “Don’t Look That Way At It” sounds like three songs having a fight until about halfway through, when it pulls itself together and rocks your fucking face off.

Grizzly Bear – While You Wait For The Others

I’m not sure anyone expected Grizzly Bear to become one the tightest rock quartets playing after the meticulously arranged folk of Yellow House, but after a couple of years on the road honing their “live” sound, that’s exactly what they are. The first song to debut off of their forthcoming album, “While You Wait For the Others” is not only the best representation of the band’s new sound, it’s the best song they’ve ever written.

Deerhunter – Never Stops

I’m assuming that there are more casual Deerhunter fans than indie rock critics want us to think. Does everyone really think that Microcastle is that great? I don’t, and I’m skeptical. I do, however, think that “Never Stops” is awesome. Forget that it’s about inescapable depression; that wordless chorus slays.

Harlem – South Of France

“I hate every book I’ve ever read.” The battle cry of this compsing English major.

Tonisitcs – Holding On

Off of another great release from master crate-diggers The Numero Group, Soul Messengers from Dimona, “Hold On” is the “I Want You Back” of Jewish soul. Yeah, there is a serious novelty factor in play, here (see the collection’s backstory here), but the song stands on its own as a great soul record, and ought to make contemporary Christian music fans everywhere totally jealous (not that most of them would know a good song if it punched them in the ear).

Katy Perry – My War (Black Flag Cover)

-Tom Fry