![]() There’s a lot of TV out there. We want to help: Every week, we’ll tell you the best and most urgent shows to stream so you can stay on top of the ever-expanding heap of Peak TV.įor many years Reddit suffered an only slightly overstated reputation as a social media platform preferred by edgelords and morons. These characterizations are expressions of disbelief about the big reverberating strike on the stock market coming from, of all places, Reddit-home to so many maligned web archetypes, subject of so much hand-wringing about content moderation and reactionary boys, and yet also, apparently, the staging ground for a substantial revolt against capital and the investor class. Let’s dwell here for a moment on both the “antisocial” in the title of Mezrich’s book and the “dumb” in the title of Gillespie’s adaptation. I’ll leave an exploration of the movie to another colleague. ![]() Now, nearly three years after $GME peaked at $500 per share (up 1,800 percent from $17.25 a month earlier), we’re getting the big movie adaptation, Dumb Money, directed by Craig Gillespie and starring Paul Dano as the r/wallstreetbets ringleader Keith Gill, a.k.a. It took only eight months for Ben Mezrich to rush the first book about the fiasco, The Antisocial Network, onto bestseller lists. This was a righteous troll for the history books and a startling demonstration of the breakneck pace of social media mobilizations. A bunch of weirdos from Reddit, uh, made a lot of money but also forced a bunch of assholes on Wall Street to lose a lot of money by, uh, making memes about the stock market? This is all articulated much better than I can manage in a riveting glossary/explainer written contemporaneously by my colleague Katie Baker: Indeed, a bunch of amateur traders from Reddit bought and held shares in GameStop, resulting in several short sellers experiencing huge losses on a subsequent spike in the company’s stock price. The conclusion is debatable, but it aligns with the incredible hours of footage Coodie and Chike collected over the years, including heartbreaking moments shared between a mother and her son.If you were to ask a random sample of acquaintances what exactly happened in the front-page financial fiasco involving GameStop, Melvin Capital, and the New York Stock Exchange in January 2021, I expect you’d get a mix of ecstatically overfamiliar and financially illiterate answers. There wasn’t, and still isn’t, precedence for who he was or what he became, but we can see it happening in real time. As Coodie loses touch with Kanye after the Glow in the Dark tour, he comes to the somewhat armchair-psych conclusion that losing his mother and not properly grieving her loss was responsible for the artist’s deeply disturbed state. You understand there’s a reason it was so hard for Kanye to get on. ![]() car accident, recording College Dropout without a production budget. ![]() Watch as Kanye uses the sheer power of hubris to make it in the face of incredible odds: a weird name, goofy concept songs in an era of bland G-Unit-powered mall rap, a career-threatening broken jaw he suffered in an L.A. In vintage Kanye fashion, the rapper hired the two young music-video directors to document his early-2000s journey as a solo artist. Coodie is just trying to understand what exactly happened to his one-time good friend. Coodie Simmons and Chike Ozah’s epic is a four-and-a-half-hour interrogation of how Kanye transformed from a bright and burning light of boundless creativity to a canceled, divorced Trump supporter spouting self-destructive conspiracy theories. These films aren’t just great works of art about making great art they are each a testament to a director given the gift of unfiltered access. The documentaries below don’t skimp on the work: the combination of discipline and talent it takes to become a great DJ, what a style of dance can mean to a culture and a community, the mess that comes with keeping together a band of brothers who have achieved global success. With rap unofficially turning 50 this year, it’s time to change that. Rock music has received plenty of praise for its own great “process” docs over the years ( The Last Waltz, Stop Making Sense), but there’s far less attention paid to ones about hip-hop. Where is the sweat? Where are the fuck-ups and early drafts? Where are the breakthroughs, insights, and innovations happening on the page or in the booth or behind the boards? Where is the process? These films rarely show us why these stories are worth telling in the first place. Today’s music documentaries increasingly read as little more than slick, self-congratulatory packages produced by the subjects themselves, with a series of friendly talking heads sharing stories laden with hyperbole and mythology.
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