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Make Your Own God Damn Skip Button

2024-10-13 Internet ljredux

When Google burst onto the scene in the late 90s, its search portal stood out for its simplicity: Just a clean, white page with a logo, a search box, and two buttons. In an ecosystem overwhelmed by ad-heavy portals like Yahoo, Lycos, and Excite, this straightforward and no-nonsense approach was a breath of fresh air, playing a significant role in the company’s early success.

It is striking how much the tables have turned. How a forward-thinking company with such a focus on minimalism and innovation, has transformed one of its key acquisitions—a once cool and disruptive video platform that was devoid of ads—into the most hostile ads vs ad-blockers arm race the internet has ever seen.

I’m talking about YouTube of course, and the latest rumour (denied by Google) suggests the button for skipping ads is sometimes being hidden. The heated reaction put me in mind of something that has puzzled me for a while: Why don’t more users create an in-browser skip button themselves?

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Echoes of Obscurity and Isolation

2024-10-07 Music ljredux

Indicatif is a Kraftwerkian melody which came out of nowhere in 1980, becoming a staple of French radio for a few months only to disappear as abruptly as it arrived. The band—Moderne, from Tours, France—didn’t last much longer, vanishing into the ether the following year.

Delivered in French, the song’s lyrics carry a whimsical and eerie tone—a voice emanating from the TV in a lonely hotel room, flowing into your stream of consciousness. Familiar yet unsettling, it entertains you while seeming to mock your dependence on its company. Then, almost as quickly as it began, it delivers a melancholic farewell… and a bleak reminder that this cycle of loneliness will repeat.

Although their time was brief, the ghost of Moderne lingers. Rediscovered in the noughties, their two LPs were reissued as a double album, and Indicatif turned up on numerous compilation albums. An intriguing interview with lyricist Thierry Teyssou also surfaced on the record company’s website around this time. Today, a limited edition release of that album remains available to buy on Bandcamp.

The Machiavellian Face of Roman Politics?

2024-10-01 History ljredux

Amid countless idealized sculptures of Roman leadership figures, this bust of a senior male stands out for its raw, unflinching depiction of age and suffering. Remarkably, there is a pronounced asymmetry between the sides of the face which suggests one sided paralysis—perhaps caused by a stroke. It is truly unique.

Portrait of a man known as Plancus (Front). Portrait of a man known as Plancus (Left). Portrait of a man known as Plancus (Below).

The artefact is said1 to depict Lucius Munatius Plancus, the founder of Lugdunum (modern day Lyon), and the contrast between the two sides can be better seen at Lugdunum museum’s website. More specifically, here and here.

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Raging Against The Artifice: Edith Nylon

2023-03-03 Music ljredux

Edith Nylon

Single  ▪  3:32  ▪  1979
Artist: Edith Nylon
Genres: Punk, New Wave

Rated:  (4)

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It was 1977 when Edith Nylon burst onto the Punk scene in France. Still a little wet behind the ears, it was another couple of years before they achieved mainstream success with their eponymous debut single and album.

With its foreboding opening riffs, the single is particularly distinctive, its narrative foretelling the transformation of a young woman (Edith Nylon) into a sort of bionic, hypersexual plaything made of synthetic materials and modern technology. The arrangement is quite astute for such a young band, skillfully alternating between moods of suspense and jubilance.

The lyrical theme speaks of our increasingly commercial and synthetic culture, and comparisons with bands like X-Ray Spex are irresistible. Plastic Bag, The Day The World Turned Day-glo and Germfree Adolescents invited us to ponder similar ideas, but both bands existed in the same pop-cultural bubble; both were inspired by the same clichéd talking points of their generation.

While Edith Nylon went on to achieve further success, their later output became less provocative. Even after learning recently that they reformed (I’ve apparently been asleep for three years) the temptation to talk about them in the past-tense is strong. I’d love to see them live, but the band I fell in love with was very much of another time.

(The performance above is an out-take from La Brune et moi—the cult punk film I previously wrote about here.)

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Lino the Linotype

2022-11-02 Films ljredux

125 rue Montmartre

Year: 1959  ▪  85 mins
Director: Gilles Grangier

Rated:  (3.5)
Seen Before: No

Humble newspaper seller Pascal (Lino Ventura) saves a man who jumps into the Seine only to find himself embroiled in a complex crime of passion.

After being manipulated into taking the fall, his inner lion awakens, and a clock seems to be ticking as he tries to clear his name. Will he get out of this or is a miscarriage of justice on the cards? Are we right to believe him anyway? We are tossed from one unreliable character to another, not knowing who to believe.

As psychological thrillers go, the foundations of 125 rue Montmartre are remarkably well laid, but it is ultimately undermined by the odd circumstance that plumbs the limits of disbelief. There is also this niggling doubt about the casting. Robert Hirsch and Jean Desailly deliver sterling supporting performances, and our protagonist is a good fit for his role on paper… but there is no escaping the fact that he is Lino Ventura.

Still, this is an engaging nearly-noir that is well worthy of its recent remaster.

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Sadism, Drugs and Rolling Stock

2022-10-18 Films ljredux

Trans-Europ-Express

Year: 1966  ▪  105 mins
Director: Alain Robbe-Grillet

Rated:  (4)
Seen Before: No

A film director, a producer and a script girl take a train to Antwerp and improvise a screenplay along the way.

Their unfolding vision of a drug runner making the same journey materialises as a separate film that runs in parallel. In other words, film one (about the production team) gives birth to film two (their drug runner story) and they are intersected into a single 105 minute film.

This is not so much a play within a play as two films within a film, and they occasionally collide and generate intrigue—particularly when characters and scenarios from both films occupy the same sequences; more so when the filmmakers select or sacrifice problematic ideas.

Of additional note is the relatively tame (by today’s standards) sexual sadism that resulted in a ban by the BBC.

A highly experimental film for 1966 to say the least, and one which is lent bags of gravity and credibility by the presence of Jean-Louis Trintignant.

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Too Ch'ti for Me

2022-10-15 Films ljredux

Bienvenue chez les Ch'tis

Year: 2008  ▪  106 mins
Director: Dany Boon
Aka: Welcome to the Sticks

Rated:  (2.5)
Seen Before: No

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Dany Boon’s celebrated directorial début is a comedy about a hopeless civil servant (played by Kad Merad) forced to exile himself to a notoriously backward part of France in order to keep his job.

The gags are generally self-deprecating—revolving around prejudicial stereotypes associated with Boon’s home region (Nord-Pas-de-Calais) and the people (the Ch’tis) who live there. Gradually, the slapstick gives way to a sympathetic portrait that is clearly designed to rehabilitate this backwater in the French national psyche.

Given the film’s success (the highest grossing ever in France until The Intouchables), I’d say it struck a chord, but the Ch’ti lingo was so problematic for this non-native French speaker that I can’t really give a fair opinion.

Much of the regional dialect is incomprehensible to me and enabling the English subtitles doesn’t help. Many scenes simply cannot be translated literally and some are so far removed from the original French that it’s like watching two different films.

Maybe I’ll rewatch and re-rate if I can improve my Ch’ti comprehension.

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