Evan Grant starts us off this morning by taking a look at the Major League Baseball awards which will be handed out this week. Grant notes that, while the Rangers have several candidates for awards announced by the baseball writers, it's not looking likely that a Ranger will win any of the major awards.
C. Trent Rosecrans writes about potential bargains at each position in free agency. There are a couple of recent Rangers listed and a few potential current Rangers targets.
Gerry Fraley writes of Jurickson Profar hitting the first walk-off home run of his amateur or professional career for Licey of the Dominican League.
Finally, since I feel bad about how little content there is this morning, here's a mini sort-of-review of the movie "The Comedy" which I watched the other day.
Tim Heidecker on "enjoying" the film: "I don't think people will enjoy [The Comedy] ... It's like if the Romney kids were in 'A Clockwork Orange'."
Here's the synopsis: Swanson (Heidecker) is a numb thirty-something Williamsburg man-child who is meandering through his life of means while detached from the impending inheritance of his dying father's estate. Instead of catapulting this moment into anything resembling mortality, Swanson dissolves into the anesthetized bosom of his like-minded friends (Eric Wareheim, Neil Hamburger, Jeffrey Jensen, and LCD Soundsystem's James Murphy). We then spend escalating moments watching as Swanson toys with people to get a rise out of them as a substitute for interaction while we try to see if there's anything human remaining behind the apathy.
Here's the idea at play here by director Rick Alverson: To critique a culture that shields itself from actual feelings and emotion with a wall built of irony and sarcasm. Or, you know, the culture that so many of us reside in these days. Here we see the brick and stone of antagonism walling up the soul of our antagonist who is acting out as his own Montresor. The point being, ultimately, this is a hollow experience. But who gives a crap, right? It's pretty funny to not give a crap. But it's pretty sad when you can't stop not giving a crap and sincerity is such a horror.
There's no plot to "The Comedy." There's no real story. There's no actual character development for a character study. It's like stepping into a real life in the way that a real life has no plot and no story. Were you to step into the skin of the pitiless main character, as you're meant to, you're suddenly a 35 year-old disaffected hipster, still rocking blue wayfarers, who can't talk to people without purposely trying to make them uncomfortable, because you are unwilling to connect with them anyway, and your only means of actual communication is through pointless esoteric comedy.
I don't know if I can or should recommend "The Comedy" but I will if you're in the mood to feel weird. I think it is worth watching almost as an exercise in overcoming an extreme version of cringe-humor. Only it's not funny. Though that makes it funny--sometimes. Or the comedy is so black you're only seeing the absence of color.
How can something that is laborious to watch be worth your time? Well, I think in many ways "The Comedy" is perfect but often in that too-on-the-nose way. Just as a one-time affair, though. It's not a movie you'd want to own.
Basically what you'll be doing is watching ugly, fat white men wallow listlessly in their privilege. It's unpleasant. But it is almost so well done and acted from the perspective of capturing a freshly dawning lack-of-youth with unchecked entitlement that you'll be fascinated while hoping to soon re-emerge. Or you'll hate it. You'll probably hate it.
Either way, "Oh...I get it." is a fine substitute for actual laughter, right?