Hello. Here's the second part of our special four part series where I review stuff that can be found online. You could say I watch the stuff you don't want to. You could also say "Wow. That Gareth Davies is like a hero or a ninja". Both of which would be completely true.
The big controversy coming out of the 84th Academy Awards wasn’t that The Tree Of Life got nominated for Best Picture (Gee Note: Let’s face it, at this point Terrence Malik could film himself farting in to a cardboard box for two hours and the critics would hail it as a post-modern masterpiece), nor that Gary Oldman didn’t win Best Actor. It wasn’t even that Bret Ratner uses the odd gay slur here and there. No siree, the real scandal involved British one joke wonder Sacha Baron Cohen. In an effort to promote his new movie The Dictator, Baron Cohen had announced he would be arriving at the awards in character as Admiral General Shabazz Aladeen. Fearing something untoward was about to take place the producers of the show threatened to revoke Baron Cohen’s tickets to the event, and only relented when he promised that no disruptions would occur. A deal was therefore struck where Sacha would arrive in his Dictator costume, do some interviews on the red carpet, before changing in to his tuxedo in a specially arranged dressing room and performing a skit during the main broadcast.
So of course, Sacha being Sacha, he rocked up to the Oscars red carpet and did this.
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!! OMFG!!!! HE SO FUNNYS!!! HILARIOUS!!!!!!
Except it’s not. Not really. Sure if this was 1995 then it might raise a giggle. But shock humour like that just doesn’t have the same impact it used to. We’ve seen it all before, from Dennis Pennis harassing Kevin Costner to Little Ant & Dec asking Sarah Michelle Geller if she ever got sick of Freddie Prinze Jnr. Instead this comes across as a desperate plea for attention. Look at me. Look how zany I am. I’m dumping pancake mix all over Ryan Seacrest. Aren’t I kerrr-azy? Look at me. Please. Please will you look at me?
Now had this been in another era then Baron Cohen’s ass would have been shown the door quicker than you could say “Oh sweet Jesus. Billy Crystal is doing his Sammy Davis Jnr impersonation again. Guy's been dead for 22 years. Why does he keep doing this?”. But the Oscars are very much a wounded beast, scared of becoming even less relevant than they already are. After a couple of disastrous years where viewers have been subjected to Hugh Jackman’s one man musical theatre show and James Franco stoned off his box , the Academy Awards are desperate for anything that might strike a chord with the audience. And as the artist formerly known as Bruno seems rather popular with masses, he was escorted directly to his dressing room where producers expected him get changed and carry out the rest of the plan as normal. Well Sacha did get changed, but then promptly did a bunk to the Vanity Fair viewing party and ditched the main show all together.
So how did the Oscar hierarchy react to Baron Cohen’s blatant snub? They pretty much held their hands up with a smile and said “That’s our Sacha!”. Not a single word of criticism or condemnation escaped their lips, ensuring that short of climbing up the balcony, taking out his tackle, and weeing all over Angelina Jolie, Borat can do whatever he likes and get invited back time after time.
Compare that to Dan Aykroyd. Aykroyd doesn’t get invited to the Oscars anymore. Now that’s not because he’s a grown man with the mental age of a spoilt teenager like Baron Cohen. Nor is it because he had a meltdown on stage involving several n-bombs like Michael Richards. He didn’t even rape a 13 girl like Roman Polanski did. Oh no my friends. Aykroyd’s crimes are much worse than that. He committed the most heinous act one can in Hollywood. Dan Aykroyd simply stopped being popular.
And it wasn’t just the Oscars that gave up on poor Dan. Hollywood itself shrugged its shoulders and walked away. Despite making approximately a film a year since 2001 Aykroyd has only received top billing on one of those, a Canadian comedy called White Coats that was so awful no respected movie critic bothered to watch it. Maybe that’s a good thing though, as since 1998 almost every single motion picture Aykroyd has appeared in has been met with the same reception Chris Brown would get in a women’s shelter (Gee Note: Speaking of which, I mean not really but keep up, have you ever tried reading Rihanna’s twitter feed? It’s just occasional random thoughts and words that don’t go together. Like playing an advanced game of Boggle with a telepath. Or “BogglePath” as it will be called in the future when humankind has developed mind powers due to radiation and stuff. I’ve read comic books, I know the score here). Bear in mind this man created Ghostbusters. And The Blue Brothers. And wiped the floor with John Cusack in Grosse Point Blank. And was nominated for an Oscar for Driving Miss Daisy. And yet somehow he can’t get his name above the title for a movie about Britney Spears finding herself by writing f***ing awful poetry.
Which is probably the reason Dan has decided to diversify himself as a business man. One of his projects is an alcoholic beverage that… well… look I’m not going to even bother trying to explain this. Here’s a video instead.
(Gee Note: Crystal Skull Vodka. For those of you who enjoy both a drink and scaring the bejesus out of the family dog. Also is it just me or does Phil Powers look terrified when the camera cuts to him? Poor man. Aykroyd must be a horrible guy to work for. “BAH!! WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?!? YOU PROMISED ME THE PUREST VODKA AROUND!!! DO I HAVE TO START BEATING YOU AGAIN POWERS???” “No Mr. Aykroyd sir. Please sir. We’ve filtered it three times now sir. There’s nothing else we can do.” “WELL THEN FILTER IT AGAIN YOU MORON!!! BUT THIS TIME DO IT THROUGH DIAMONDS. YES. THAT’S IT. DIAMONDS. CLASS THAT SHIT UP A BIT!!!” “But sir I really don’t see how dia…” “ARE YOU QUESTIONING ME POWERS?!?!?!” “No sir. Not at all. Diamonds it is. I’ll get right on it.” “EXCELLENT. NOW… GO MAKE ME A SANDWICH”).
Another project of Aykroyd’s during his down period is Dan Aykroyd: Unplugged on UFOs. A documentary directed by David Sereda it was initially released on DVD before, like a Z-list celebrity sex tape, it found its way online.
So of course I had to watch it.
I’ll be honest with you though. I don’t know quite what to make of it. For a start there’s probably more video footage of alleged UFO sightings contained within this documentary than you’re likely to find anywhere else. Of course most of it is “grainy, hand-held camera, could be an alien spaceship, could be a large bird lighting up a smoke” kind of stuff. But every once in a while Sereda throws in something genuinely intriguing, such as recordings from NASA appearing to show objects in space defying the laws of physics. These are coupled with sound bites from various witnesses and experts, including Stephen Basset, Paul Hellyer, and Gordon Cooper. In fact the Cooper material is arguably the most fascinating. A former astronaut, test pilot, and Colonel of the United States Air Force, Gordon’s testimony about being outmanoeuvred by “strange saucer looking vehicles” is probably the finest achievement of this feature.
But, frustratingly, all that is relegated to 10 second filler pieces here and there. Because this documentary is about one thing, and one thing only. And no, it’s not about UFOs. Stop being silly. This documentary is all about how brilliant Dan Aykroyd is.
Right from the off we’re told of how in awe Sereda is of his subject. During David’s opening voice over he states “One time I had this long conversation with Dan Aykroyd about UFOs, and I thought it was like Einstein was hiding inside of a comic genius so that if he told us the real truth you wouldn’t have to believe it. If Einstein had told us UFOs were real would you have believed him? He never spoke about it.”. (Gee Note: No really. That’s how it starts. A big bag full of boot licking. And yet it doesn’t make an ounce of sense. I mean I am the only one who doesn’t understand a word of that? What difference does it make if Einstein had an opinion about UFOs or not? It’s like saying “If Muhammad Ali told you that tickling the tummy of a kitten cures cancer, would you believe him?”. It’s a completely pointless statement. Also comparing Dan Aykroyd to Albert Einstein? Really? I’m surprised that Sereda didn’t also inform us how tight and firm Dan’s buttocks are, or how he once saved an entire orphanage from a fire by carrying all the children out of the burning building on his back, like a giant super tortoise).
The problem is though Aykroyd doesn’t look like a genius. He looks like Dan Aykroyd. Sure that’s not a bad thing (Gee Note: Although Dan is shot in such an extreme close up that you can clearly see the sweat glistening on his face. Either that or he spent that entire afternoon getting one lap dance after another and is now covered in glitter. Movie stars eh? Bloody spoilt they are). But as he chain smokes his way through 80 minutes of uneven UFO talk, at no point do you get the impression that Aykroyd has anything truly thought provoking to say on the subject. Partly because Sereda does such a piss poor job of feeding Aykroyd questions to answer that all they talk about are their vague theories on what Jack McSpaceman might be up to. For example, the blatantly obvious question “Dan, there’s a lot of skeptics out there who contend that UFOs can be reasonably explained as everyday natural occurrences. Is there a specific case from history you would point them to? If so, what would you say to them?” is never asked. Instead because Sereda believes in alien visitors from Jupiter so strongly, all objectivity is thrown completely out of the window.
So in place of something that could have been truly entertaining with Aykroyd passionately arguing the case for the existence of UFOs, we’re instead treated to statements such as “It’s important that some branches of the military and the police be briefed on those and told they are real, people are being abducted, there’s mind control at play here. And that we have to be vigilant”. Which led to me shouting at the top of my voice (Gee Note: So loudly I woke up the baby and the Future-Ex Mrs. Davies at the same time. That was a fun conversation let me tell you) “Why? Why do we have to be vigilant? What led you to that conclusion? WHERE DOES F***ING MIND CONTROL COME IN TO THIS? WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?”. There’s no context, no counterpoint, just an extended talking head interview with an ex-SNL cast member that in any other programme would have been edited down to two minutes tops. It’s like you’re forced to listen to a conversation between two people you don’t know, who never acknowledge your presence, about something you don’t necessarily agree with.
That’s not to say that Aykroyd doesn’t make some good points. When discussing a recent sighting in Mexico being explained by the authorities as swamp gas Dan says “I don’t know if swamps gas is capable of completing a complete circuit around an aircraft and then taking off at high speed”, and when talking about space travel “These beings have anything from a thousand to a million to ten million to a billion years advanced when it comes to technology”. But these are soon lost in a sea of pointless twaddle including “Who would Dan Aykroyd like to meet from history?” and “What would Dan Aykroyd say to an alien?”. (Gee Note: Seriously. I’m not making that up. Throw in a couple of cushions and a dog and we’ve got ourselves an OK! Magazine cover spread.)
And that’s the thing about Dan Aykroyd: Unplugged on UFOs. It’s difficult to see who this is aimed at. UFO fanatics will already know about every event touched on here only in much greater detail. UFO skeptics will find nothing that will shatter their reality and make them think twice. The only people for who this could possibly hold interest are die hard Aykroyd superfans. And even then the over the top brown nosing to the Canadian funny man might be a touch too much (Gee Note: In the end credits it reads, and I swear to Sputnik this is true, “Starring Dan Aykroyd. In honour of his courage for bringing the UFO issue in to full public disclosure.”. Sigh. Look, he’s a dude who knows a lot about flying saucers. He’s not Ernie F***ing Pyle).
Especially when you consider that the moments of levity during this broadcast are practically non-existent. Sure Aykroyd speaks eloquently and at length, and he really does know his stuff when it comes to little green men. But all it is are his theories on what UFOs could be, and what could happen should aliens make contact with humans. Outside of one amazing story about Aykroyd’s Sci-Fi show Out There never airing because some shadowy men in black in an invisible car spiked it for getting too close to the truth (Gee Note: I… oh I don’t know. Although I’m pretty sure an invisible car would be against the Highway Code. You could probably report them for it. That would take them down a peg or two, the suit wearing bastards), Dan Aykroyd: Unplugged on UFOs isn’t zany enough to be fun viewing, and isn’t challenging enough to be captivating.
And it’s a shame because Dan Aykroyd investigating alien abductions and sightings is actually a concept I can totally get on board with. But sadly in the end, no matter how sycophantic it is, Dan Aykroyd: Unplugged on UFOs doesn’t do justice to either Dan Aykroyd or UFOs.
Dan Aykroyd: Unplugged on UFOs can be found on the US version of Netflix. If you don't have access to that you can also view it on Google Video here. Or you can watch that video of the baby panda sneezing for the 698983726382380th time. That's the beauty of the internet. Multiple choice. Well that and porn.