By Jeff Balke
By Aaron Reiss
By Angelica Leicht
By Dianna Wray
By Aaron Reiss
By Camilo Smith
By Craig Malisow
By Jeff Balke
A Real Revolution?
Wrong: There's a million things hilariously wrong with this article, but let's begin with the numbers: Nine cents on an iTunes download might be true for some of the skeeziest major labels, but it's certainly not the case with independent labels, many of which offer a 50-50 artist-label split once the record recoups. Since their project is low-overhead, it would recoup quickly. They'd likely make closer to 35 cents per download, certainly less than a self-released project, but four times more than the "nine cents" you claim.
There's certainly nothing "revolutionary" about unsigned artists using cover songs to gain attention — every bar band ever has had to play covers to win audiences for their original material. Remember how the Beatles got started?
There's nothing revolutionary about using advertising income to subsidize one's creative endeavors, either, as musicians have been paying their bills this way as long as there has been music used in advertising.
And there's certainly nothing revolutionary about self-releasing one's work, as people have been doing that in various formats since the technology became available and affordable.
Houston Honky Tonk
Sexist? Overall, I enjoyed the movie. I loved seeing our city and some of our finest local talent on the big screen. The music was fantastic (of course), and I laughed a lot.
Unfortunately, I don't think it will have the same appeal to people outside Houston or those unfamiliar with the places and musicians featured. I'll be interested to see how it's received elsewhere in Texas. I hope I'm wrong.
I commented on Twitter about the "sexist" tone of the movie. Maybe that's not the best word, but I just didn't care for the way all the women featured came off as dumb and/or slutty. Maybe I'm taking this more seriously than I should. Still, it's something that struck me after I left.
Don't trash the city: Whoever put up all the Honky Tonk Blood signs on the corners in Montrose should take them down.
Not sexist: You folks need to settle down on the portrayal of women in this movie. It is a movie. It is essentially a dark comedy from a campy, jaded point of view. I consider myself to be a fairly intelligent woman and fiercely independent. I had no issues with it.
This is not a Meryl Streep picture — it is an exaggerated view of the music industry. But, let's be honest: It ain't too exaggerated. As a woman who will soon be marrying a musician, I have seen my fair share of ridiculous women. This was by no means a big stretch.
Groupies are just that — groupies. And the insane things they do are not so different from what was on the big screen last night. The women were portrayed as such, because there is, most times, truth in art. There are definitely smart, interesting women in this world as well, but the characters in this film were drawn to the dark side — and that's where the crazy gals hang.
I truly enjoyed this movie. It was dark, humorous and intelligent. Kudos to all involved.
Perfectly cast: I guess I can understand those who disliked that the lead three were all male, but if you go there, you have to start saying: "And there weren't any black leads!" "Yeah, or any Latinos!" "Or gays!" "Or older actors!"
The fact is, this movie happened to be about three youngish, straight, white guys; two of them wrote it. They put their buddy in it. It was perfectly cast.
That's how it is. For them to have forced a female lead would have been tokenism, which does no one good.
The guys tried valiantly to put all of their friends in it, and gave screamingly funny and cool roles to some. I'd guess half the overall cast was female. And the crew was full of women, who were thus given the chance to practice their skills and build their résumés. No sexism there.
The three male leads also reflected the music industry pretty accurately, in that — honestly — there aren't as many gals out there (doing their own music).
I didn't miss seeing women at all. It never even occurred to me. I just thought it was hilarious! And thoughtful — lots of quite interesting bits, which I won't divulge for those who haven't had the pleasure. There was a great little story, and unlike many movies, the bulk of the music scenes were part of the plot, rather than tacked in like a musical, or gratuitously included to show how pretty/sexy/hot the singer is.
These boys are all ugly as stumps, so that obviously wasn't the point. (Kidding.) Congrats, gentlemen!
Not alone: Honky Tonk Blood depicted women poorly. It also depicted men poorly...and aliens poorly...and flies and meal worms poorly, too. But in my opinion, it portrayed Houston awesomely!