Nick and Norah’s Infinite Playlist (2008)

Nick and Norah’s Infinite Playlist (2008) is a frenetically paced, angst-ridden teen romance that charms its way past its own clichés. A quirky, poetic tribute to New York, it’s a love story set over the course of one long night.

That night begins when unappreciated, long-suffering, poor little rich girl, Norah (Kat Dennings) meets heartbroken good guy Nick (Michael Cera) bassist extraordinaire and the lone straight member of a queer-punk band. They come together when Norah, desperate to impress school friend rival, Tris (Alexis Dziena), asks Nick to be her ‘boyfriend for five minutes’.

There’s instant attraction and they share a kiss, but trouble lies ahead. Norah’s rival is also Nick’s ex girlfriend. Self-consciously straight-laced Norah has an ex-boyfriend waiting in the wings, while Nick is still pining after Tris and blindly sabotages many early moments with Norah. Inevitably she runs; inevitably he pursues; inevitably it’ll all end happily. We’ve seen it all before, of course, but this film has a few trump cards that it plays brilliantly and will keep you watching.

Firstly there’s the casting – the two leads, in particular, acquit themselves well. Cera plays a variation on his standard good-guy-loser persona but is effective in the role and hits all the right notes. He has genuine comedic timing and more range than he is often given credit for. Dennings, casually beautiful and believably awkward, steals her scenes with ease, showing a promise that’s been all but wasted since. Together they have genuine chemistry and manage to hook us in – vitally important in a romance that takes place in such a condensed space of time. Unusually, almost uniquely for a teen movie, both are actually believable as teenagers.

The supporting cast is strong too, particularly Ari Graynor, who, as Norah’s best friend, Caroline, has an often hilarious night of her own. A subplot is devoted to her drunken misadventures and comedic misunderstandings as she is separated from Norah and tries to make her own way home. It’s through this subplot that most of the film’s humour is found. Yes that humour does verge into good old teen gross out territory but it manages to remain believable and adds to the story, rather than distracting from it.

The supporting cast is strong too, particularly Ari Graynor, who, as Norah’s best friend, Caroline, has an often hilarious night of her own. A subplot is devoted to her drunken misadventures and comedic misunderstandings as she is separated from Norah and tries to make her own way home. It’s through this subplot that most of the film’s humour is found. Yes that humour does verge into good old teen gross out territory but it manages to remain believable and adds to the story, rather than distracting from it.

A second trump card is the writing. Lorene Scafaria pens a largely loyal, if slightly watered down, adaptation of the YA novel by Rachel Cohn and David Levithan. Like the novel, the film takes pains to present fully formed gay characters. They’re gay but this doesn’t define them, it is just an aside – they simply are. Almost uniquely in the genre these are not stock characters designed to be the target of homophobic humour. In short it’s a realistic and deceptively modern portrayal of teenagers today, gay or straight.

Scafaria maintains the swift pacing of the novel and the film unfolds, more or less, in real time. In both novel and film, the protagonists are music obsessed. Nick futilely tries to lure Tris back with an endless supply of mix CDs that Norah secretly retrieves from bins and listens to herself. On this night of nights the couple pursue the prospect of discovering the location of a secret gig by a favourite band. In the novel this concert is squandered early on; for the film, Scafaria wisely places it much later and uses the search for it as a catalyst for the plot.


This is a film that’s almost as much about music as love. Nick and Norah meet at a concert, Nick plays in band, Norah’s father is a music executive, the couple spend a brief time in a recording studio and for most of the film they’re following clues for that elusive concert. Unsurprisingly music features heavily on the soundtrack – a well-placed assortment of indie rock that’s one of the real highlights of the film.

Nick and Norah’s Infinite Playlist is a teen romance that doesn’t takes itself too seriously. A comedy that isn’t afraid to be romantic, its characters are teenagers with teenage concerns; they are not teenagers acting out the romantic ideals of an older generation. It doesn’t do much new and for some it’s probably forgettable but for me it’s the first and to date best romance of and for the millennials.

An earlier version of this piece first appeared on Manalishi Films in June 2012.

© Calum Campbell 2012, 2016.


#Fail: 10 Twitter Abuses That Need to End

With just 140 characters to get your message across, you’d better make them count. This top ten list is my take on the mistakes I see far too often on Twitter and how to avoid them.

1. Hard selling


If every other tweet is sell, sell, sell or blatant self-promotion you’re on the fast track to alienating your audience and getting unfollowed. Nobody wants their feed filled with repetitive hard selling Tweets. Think of social media as a signpost to your brand, raising awareness of you and your products or services. It is not an extension of your company website; it is not a free advert for your new product.

The clue is in the name – social media needs to be social. That means engaging with your audience, giving them information, posting relevant news, commenting on developments in your industry, even just saying hi, acknowledging a customer’s comments or asking questions. If even half of your tweets are promotional, that’s too much.

2. Auto DMs

Twitter_logo_blueWe’ve all done it – innocently followed someone only to receive a generic direct message a few minutes later. Ask yourself why you’re doing it? If you’re saying thanks for the follow then please don’t! If you’re explaining what you do, what you sell or who you are in a DM then you’re not using your profile properly.

Social media, and Twitter in particular, is about the personal touch – which is the antithesis of an auto DM. Part of the point with Twitter is being visible, so why say something to a customer that you wouldn’t want anyone else to see? Yes a DM can be useful for handling personal details or complaints but auto DMs are just irritating.

3. Linking to Facebook

facebook-logo-png-facebook-logoI have nothing against Facebook (although some Twitter users do) but if I wanted to be on Facebook then I’d have gone on Facebook. For a start linking to Facebook content is lazy. Yes content management systems make it very tempting to do one size fits all posts, but they’re actually doing you a disservice.

At the end of the day, Twitter and Facebook are very different animals so don’t treat them the same. Cater your messages specifically to each medium. Yes it takes a little more time, but it makes the content for both much more relevant and that will help get you better engagement.

If Twitter is a signpost to your brand – well then so is Facebook. These platforms are there to educate people about your brand, make them aware of you and make users more likely to become customers. You don’t sell on Twitter, you don’t sell on Facebook so if you need to link anywhere, make it your company website!

4. Being unavailable


Some companies can get by operating a strictly nine to five Twitter presence and that’s fine. Other businesses can’t. Do you operate across time zones? Are you a 24 hour business? Do you have a major online presence? If the answer to any of these questions is yes then your customers expect you to be monitoring Twitter outside normal business hours. And when a customer in need Tweets they expect a reply.

If you absolutely can’t cater to a broader range of cover, then state in your profile the times that the feed is monitored so that customers know when they can expect a reply. Complaints and negative word of mouth is a major issue for any brand on Twitter and that leads us to point number 5.

5. Ignoring complaints

mark-804935_640Ignore complaints at your peril. Social networks are like digital word of mouth. If you ignore someone with a complaint they’ll shout it on their feed and their network will see it.

View complaints as a second chance to get things right, don’t see them as a threat. If you turn a complaint around on Twitter then others will see and may even be impressed. The complainant will probably tweet about it too.

Complaintvertising in action.


Get it wrong and you could face complaintvertising, where someone buys a promoted tweet to highlight their gripe with your company. These definitely will be noticed, shared and some have even received press coverage.

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Seven Songs in Seven Days

Seven Songs in Seven Days is a challenge that has made the rounds on Facebook. It’s pretty simple – post a song and your reason for choosing it every day for a week and nominate others to do the same.

If you were to ask me tomorrow, no doubt my choices would change, but for now these are my seven songs.

  1. Patrick Wolf ~ Overture

I love Patrick Wolf, the staggeringly original folktronica surrealist. I was introduced to his music by a university friend and we’ve since seem him in concert twice. Overture was the first of his songs that I heard and it’s a perfect introduction to his style – quirky lyrics, unusual instrumentation, electric violins and Wolf’s deep, passionate vocals.


2. David Bowie ~ Sunday

For an artist with a career as long and varied as David Bowie’s, there are dozens of songs I could choose for this. I’d heard most of his big hits but never explored any of his albums until Heathen was released. The opening track for that album, Sunday, became an instant favourite and was the first song I listened to after learning of his untimely death. I love the quiet melancholy of this song and the triumphant mood shift at the end.


3. Nouvelle Vague ~ Master and Servant

A French acoustic cover band that specialises in reimagining New Wave classics with female vocalists shouldn’t work. But work it does and some of their covers have actually surpassed the originals. This piece features Mélanie Pain in perhaps my favourite of her Nouvelle Vague performances. Pain has since released a couple of excellent solo albums and is heavily featured on Villeneuve’s first album.


4. Fleetwood Mac ~ Woman of 1000 Years

Everybody knows the Fleetwood Mac of the late 1970s and 80s, but they’d been around for almost a decade before that in an ever-changing lineup. Woman of 1000 Years is one of my favourite songs from that earlier period and features Danny Kirwan, a key early member who has been all but forgotten today.


5. Villeneuve ~ Dry Marks of Memory

Villeneuve’s second album was released with so little fanfare I didn’t learn about it until months later. Criminally under-rated and virtually unknown in this country, Villeneuve is a truly talented artist. Creating a completely different sound to his first album, Dry Marks of Memory is the title track. A song that I can listen to on constant repeat, the lyrics are full of creative metaphors that I just love. There are a few artists that I like to listen to while I write and Villeneuve is near the top of that list.


6. General Elektriks ~ Raid the Radio

In the spring of 2012 I took a holiday to Brazil with two friends. Some songs evoke memories every time you hear them; this song takes me back to lunches in restaurants along Copacabana beach, lazy evening drinks in Santa Teresa, a craft shop on a cobbled side street in Paraty. Everywhere we went, that song seemed to be playing. When I got back home I looked it up and have loved it ever since – to me it’s a perfect song for summer.


7. The Doors ~ The End

Relatively few songwriters are true poets – Jim Morrison was one. At their best The Doors created visceral, highly visual song poems. Almost any of their tracks could have made my list, but today it’s The End. Like all the best songs, this should be played LOUD.

There you have my choices and my reasons. Do you like my taste? Did I choose a good band but the wrong song? Do you have recommendations for me? Let me know in the comments below.

© Calum Campbell 2016.


Little Children (2006)

A bored housewife, an emasculated stay-at-home father, a passionate affair: so far, so clichéd. Yet it is the style and the skilful interweaving of subplots that makes Little Children a masterpiece.

The film opens with a TV news report on the return to the neighbourhood of convicted sex offender Ronnie (Jackie Earle Haley). Local residents express their disgust and we learn that a Committee of Concerned Parents has been formed. We cut to a playground where a group of thirty-something stay-at-home moms watch their children play while engaging in mundane conversation. Sarah (Kate Winslet) sits apart from the other women. Thomas Newman’s score begins to play in the background, almost unheard, as the camera slowly tracks in towards a smiling, distant Sarah. Then a narrator begins:

Smiling politely to mask a familiar feeling of desperation, Sarah reminded herself to think like an anthropologist. She was a researcher studying the behaviour of typical suburban women. She was not a typical suburban woman herself.

These first comments, spoken deliberately and softly by a suitably stuffy narrator (Will Lyman) come almost as a shock, an intrusion. Our omniscient narrator will introduce new characters, voice their inner feelings, comment on them, often sarcastically, and even act as commentator in a climatic game of touch football. The language is highly stylised and distances us from both the characters and the action. It is overtly literary and absolutely should not work in a film. But work it does and brilliantly so. In fact distancing us from his characters seems to be director Todd Field’s intention. He wants us to accept these flawed characters as they are. Field shows his characters and their increasingly over-lapping storylines while steadfastly refusing to offer any moral judgements.

At the playground we meet Brad (Patrick Wilson), the stay-at-home father and fantasy figure that the women call the Prom King and, of course, never dare speak to. Brad is feeling increasingly uncomfortable with his wife’s role as breadwinner and fixates on the significance of a jester’s hat that his young son insists on wearing all day but discards as soon as “the boy’s mother” returns home each night.

Brad feels that he has lost his masculine identity. His wife is the breadwinner; he is the care-giver who has failed the bar exam twice. His feelings are emphasised by the subtle, possibly unconscious, humiliations of his wife: she chastises him for not putting sunscreen on their son and when Brad announces his intention to get a cell phone his wife asks “why?” It is this feeling of emasculation that drives Brad to join a local touch football team on a whim – here he is a man among men in a recklessly aggressive, highly physical sport.

We learn that Sarah is unhappy in her marriage. She feels intellectually superior to the other women – she has a Master’s degree in literature – yet clearly feels inferior as a mother. Her relationship with her husband is growing increasingly distant and she is also rather detached from her daughter. The narrator tells us “she’d probably go crazy trapped in the house all day with this unknowable little person”.

Both Sarah and Brad mourn the loss of their younger, happier, freer selves. Night after night Kathy dispatches her husband to the library to study. And night after night he doesn’t quite make it, sitting instead staring in awe at a group of skateboarders jumping in graceful slow motion down a flight of stairs, remembering his own lost youth. One of the main themes of Little Children is the adults’ refusal to accept that they need to grow up. When Brad accepts a skateboarder’s offer to attempt the jump himself he fails – you can never regain lost youth. Eventually all of the characters must come to this realisation.

Brad and Sarah both feel stifled and trapped in their numbing suburban hells. When they meet, an affair is inevitable. Brad even seems surprised that he is interested in Sarah. He compares her unfavourably to his coldly beautiful wife, Kathy (Jennifer Connelly) who has “long legs and lustrous hair and perfect breasts”. What they offer each other is interest in each others lives or, as Sarah will say later, “an alternative”. In an awkwardly comical dinner scene Brad and Sarah obliviously act in supportive husband and wife roles in front of Brad’s immediately suspicious wife. They clearly are genuinely interested in each other’s lives and Sarah even expresses wife-like surprise that Brad didn’t tell her he was a member of the Committee of Concerned Parents. And in this scene Connelly gives a spectacularly powerful, wordless performance as a wave of emotions and crushing realisation wash over her face.

Meanwhile Ronnie, in a nuanced and compelling performance from Haley, struggles to re-enter society. Field’s skill as storyteller is to allow us to embrace Ronnie the sexual deviant, to hope that he will change, to feel compassion for him even as we are repulsed by him. We hope, as his mother does, that he can change his ways, even as we suspect that failure is inevitable. At the same time we begin to care about Larry (Noah Emmerich), the disgraced cop who becomes obsessed with saving the neighbourhood from Ronnie. In what would typically be a two dimensional character, we learn about his back story and begin to understand what is driving him to pursue Ronnie so vehemently, even as his own life falls to pieces around him.

This is a film not afraid of its literariness. The narration, with its overtly descriptive language, frequently feels like a novel unfolding before us. Sarah is seen, time and again, reading. Brad finds a heavily annotated book of poetry in Sarah’s study. She is proud of her intellectual achievements and uses reading as a method of retaining her old self. She does not want to become another mom sitting in the playground day after day in mundane conversation. Later a book group discussion on Madame Bovary becomes a slagging match between Sarah and Mary-Anne (Mary B. McCann), the Alpha Mom of the playground. In a strangely comical scene Mary-Anne uses her interpretation of the book to chastise Sarah for her marital indiscretions. Sarah here has the opportunity to defend the character and herself – she talks about “the hunger for an alternative and the refusal to accept a life of unhappiness”.

While literariness is an explicit aspect of the film’s style, visually it’s a delight. It seems lazy to say so, but the heavy mark of Stanley Kubrick’s influence – Field acted in Kubrick’s Eyes Wide Shut – is clear to see: from the deliberate pacing to the use of narration, the slow Barry Lyndon zooms to the careful distancing of the characters and staunch refusal to judge them. And like Kubrick, Field is a master of visual story telling. Shots are often achingly beautiful and some sequences – the scenes by the pool, the touch football game, the dinner with Brad, Sarah and their respective spouses – are quite spectacular. The film is edited with great precision and, like Kubrick, every shot seems carefully thought out and pre-planned. Field also uses slow motion heavily throughout the film. This lends a slightly dreamy edge to some scenes and emphasises the boredom and detachment that many of the characters feel.

As much as I love it, this film it certainly won’t be to everyone’s taste. Its pacing is deliberate, its development unconventional – a secondary character may be introduced in a scene that functions almost as an aside and not heard from again until they enter the film’s story half an hour later. Others may dislike the wordiness of the narration, the resolution of the affair or the loose ends that remain untied. Field does not give easy answers or neatly resolve his characters’ tensions. But for those who can embrace it, the film is a genuine delight – thrilling, funny, emotional and involving drama.

Todd Field, who co-wrote the screenplay with Tom Perrotta, adapting the latter’s novel, directed Little Children as his second feature, following his acclaimed debut In the Bedroom (2001). As a second feature it is extraordinarily accomplished. Alongside the more prolific Paul Thomas Anderson, Field shows promise to become the most interesting auteur director of his generation. We’ll see if this is justified – a much-delayed third film is currently in preproduction.

An earlier version of this piece first appeared on Manalishi Films in April 2012.

© Calum Campbell 2012, Revised 2015.