Journey from the Fall

Films on Viet Nam War have been made many times, but never through the lense of the Vietnamese-American people. After three years of researching and writing, director Ham Tran shows the world the life and death experiences of the boat people and the inhumanity of the re-education camps through Journey from the Fall.

The journey begins in April 1975, immediately after the fall of Viet Nam. Like many families, the Nguyens splitted between fleeing to heaven and trapping in hell. Although Ham Tran shifts his camera between Long Nguyen (goes by his real name) who spent most of his time in a rusted box while his mother (Kieu Chinh), wife (Diem Lien) and son (Nguyen Thai Nguyen) floating their lives on the boat, the editor (Ham Tran himself) has skillfully unfolded the story in an out-of-sequence order. The technique makes the experience more chaotic, yet its subtlety never loses the viewers attention.

Like most films on the controversies of Viet Nam War, I tend to leave the political issues at the door before stepping into the theater and just enjoy the work of art itself. Still, when a film reaches deep into human suffering and surviving that closed to your heart, the intense graphics and heartfelt performances could stir up your emotion. The main casts have done such a convincing job that they’ve come across as if they have lived their characters. Mad props to Ham Tran for not only his directing skill, but scripting as well. I’ve seem so many Vietnamese movies with awkward dialogues, but he has pulled it off by making the conversations sound natural. Thanks for taking us into the treacherous journey.

Khangy Flavor

Despite the horrendous saxophone accompaniment, which works on every goddamn nerve of mine, Nguyen Khang has managed to pull off an intoxicating rendition of Ngoc Tu Anh’s “Hay Giu Lay Hon Day.” He has proved that even when the arrangement fails him, he is not unlistenable. It’s gotta be that Khangy flavor.

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Ham Tran’s Journey From The Fall opens tomorrow in NYC.

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Terry Blaine Vocalizes Fats Waller

Haven’t jam to Terry Blaine for a while. Her live concert album is always fun to listen to, especially when she sings rapid-fire tunes like Fats Waller’s “Handful of Keys.” She has quite a rhythmic and melodic sensibility to tackle an accelerated joint like that. But then again, she has Mark Shane, whose stride skill is marvelous, backing her up.

Mr. Too-Nice-To-Jazz

Like other Sinatra impersonators, Tony DeSare has a very charming voice, a bit too charming to jazz. Unlike Franky, Tony lacks that playboy style. His gentleness doesn’t quite sit well with Nat King Cole’s “Gee Baby, Ain’t I Good to You?” He doesn’t have that player charisma in his delivery. If you listen to Louis Armstrong rendition, you know Pops got that pimp juice in him. (Fur coat, diamond ring, and a Cadillac, I got you that shit, ain’t I good to ya?) As a result, DeSare’s latest album, Last First Kiss, feels like a romantic but unenergetic and unenthusiastic experience. After the short-lived swing (thanks to the instrumentation) on “You’d Be So Nice to Come Home to,” the album drifted into that cocktail vibe, so go ahead and break out your wine and cheese again on this one.

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Gets Me Every Time

2pac’s “16 on Death Row” has such disturbing storylines that I quiver whenever I listen to it. Pac sure was a crazy motherfucker.

Dear mama, these cops don’t understand me
I turned to a life of crime, cause I came from a broken family
My uncle used to touch me, I never told you that
Scared what you might do, I couldn’t hold you back
I kept it deep inside, I done let it fuel my anger
I’m down for all my homies, no mercy for a stranger…

I shouldn’t let them catch me
Instead of livin’ sad in jail, I could’ve died free and happy
And my cellmate’s raped on the norm
And passed around the dorm, you can hear his asshole gettin’ torn
They made me an animal
Can’t sleep, instead of countin’ sheep, niggaz countin’ cannibals
And that’s how it is in the pen
Turn old and cold, and your soul is your best friend
My mama prayed for me
Tell the Lord to make way for me, prepare any day for me…

They tell me the preacher’s there for me
He’s a crook with a book, that motherfucker never cared for me
He’s only here to be sure
I don’t drop a dime to God ’bout the crimes he’s commitin’ on the poor…

Girls, Girls, Girls…

Damn, The Beastie Boys’ “Girls” is stuck in my head.

Girls, to do the dishes
Girls, to clean up my room
Girls, to do the laundry
Girls, and in the bathroom
Girls, that’s all I really want is girls

This song sure brings back the good old days.

Pleasurable Guilt

Honey, I have no explanation for this.

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