there’s some comic gold in that documentary. “The letters H.O.M.E. personify home for me.” is all time. It’s weirdly moving as a depiction of two very emotionally raw people who constantly operate on the very edge of fearing failure - Matt especially so.
Both are clearly successful - Matt in particular (Luke’s career seems a little more wobbly - the trailer for his self-directed film Your Move is pretty special: lots of Luke-looking-like-Luke-looking-serious-looking-at-things - he’s generally *very* sincere and intense with some namaste gilding). But he clearly needs to believe in the nu-Frank Sinatra, greatest Las Vegas show stuff that has even a Vegas promoter looking like no one’s seriously going to believe him when he says it. All of the self-doubt, emotional rawness, need for assurance sits very transparently in his face, which is quite surprising seeing how he does his best to keep it in a sort of rigid and unpleasant immobility.
That precarious reinvention inevitably comes under attack when he joins his brother for the reunion. They haven’t seen each other or spoken for ages and of course you just end up picking up where you left off, and fulfilling roles they’re both desperate to leave behind. Also, Matt has now got a *lot* of experience doing music showbiz, working in studios and with highly professional session musicians and Luke is having to remember how to drum so that’s fun. Needing to show he has that experience over Luke is *very important* to Matt.
A very minor snippy “joke” from Luke about Matt getting confused about stage effects sees him get a *massive* mard on.
anyway i’m only half way through. it’s great.
― Fizzles, Thursday, 27 December 2018 06:50 (five years ago) link