Join us every week for a trip into the weird and wonderful world of trailers. Whether it’s the first teaser for the latest instalment in your favourite franchise, an obscure preview for a strange indie darling, whether it’s good, bad, ugly or just plain weird – your favourite pop culture baristas are there to tell you what they think.
If Alan had wanted to make it as difficult as possible to come up with a trailer to fit his Six Damn Fine Degrees post on The Balanescu Quartet’s string covers of Kraftwerk tunes, he definitely succeeded. The closest we could manage? Wim Wender’s The End of Violence features some Kraftwerk on its soundtrack – but instead, let’s go with The Big Lebowski, which may not have any Kraftwerk (or Balanescu Quartet) music on its soundtrack, but its German nihilist character played by Peter Stormare used to play in a band called Autobahn, an obvious homage to the titans of experimental krautrock. Take it away, Dude!
Meanwhile, Matt finished (or did he?) his tour of Criterion’s magisterial collection Ingmar Bergman’s Cinema with a rewatch of the theatrical version of Fanny and Alexander – but as we already featured a trailer of that particular Bergman joint last week, here’s a trailer for a Swedish stage version instead. It’s all Swedish, but hey, it’s Bergman after all.
And this brings us to our regular trailers for this week – starting with a Shudder original.
Mege: In this house? Come upstairs? Ooooh, I like me a closed house mystery, claustrophobia, weird angles, dark corners and everything. You never know where it is going.
Matt: I’ve still not seen Ari Aster’s Hereditary. Even though I enjoyed (if that’s the right word) his Midsommar, I have to admit that the thought of watching his first hit horror film scares me. I’ll eventually get around to it, I’m sure, but in the meantime I’m intrigued by this trailer for his upcoming film, Beau is Afraid, featuring all the Joaquin Phoenixes (or should that be Joaquins Phoenix?) you could hope for. To be honest, the trailer gives me less of an Aster vibe than a Charlie Kaufman one, with notes both of Synecdoche, New York and I’m Thinking of Ending Things. Which are both quite terrifying in their own way.
A Damn Fine Cup of Culture 