Entertainment
Erykah Badu, Playboi Carti, MF Doom tribute, Sexyy Red and more bring the heat to Camp Flog Gnaw on Day 2
The second day of Camp Flog Gnaw’s 10-year anniversary came roaring back into Dodger Stadium for fans of Tyler, the Creator’s universe of energized and eclectic hip-hop and R&B — with a dash of jazz flute. As fans swarmed the festival to see Mustard, Erykah Badu and Playboi Carti, the mindset of letting it all hang out on a Sunday evening was strong throughout the three-stage slate of acts that kept the crowd captivated from beginning to end. Here’s the best of what we saw on Day 2.
André 3000
I’m not sure how many people I expected to watch André 3000 play the flute with his instrumental jazz combo Sunday night, but it was definitely fewer than actually showed up. Wearing a Mitch Marner hockey jersey and a red knit cap, the beloved Outkast MC performed for an audience of many thousands at Flog Gnaw one year to the day after the release of “New Blue Sun,” which this month earned a surprise nomination for album of the year at February’s Grammy Awards. (It’s his third time in the ceremony’s flagship category after Outkast was nominated in 2002 with “Stankonia” and won the prize in 2004 with “Speakerboxxx/The Love Below.”)
As on the LP, André didn’t rap here, instead blowing long, searching notes on a series of flutes as his collaborators supported him with sympathetic grooves; he also crouched down at one point to tap several small gongs. Having recognized perhaps that this wasn’t exactly a jazz crowd, André helpfully explained that he and the band were improvising in real time: “Everything we play every night, we make it up,” he said. But he also took the opportunity to have some fun at his fans’ expense. Near the end of his set, he squared up behind a mic and started throwing out long, passionate vocal lines in a language I can’t say I recognized. The energy in the audience shifted slightly but perceptibly: Wait, is he rapping? Then he laughed. “I just completely made all that s— up,” he said. “Y’all should have seen your faces. Y’all like, ‘Man, he saying some deep-ass s— right now.’ ” — Mikael Wood
Erykah Badu
Erykah Badu began her set nearly half an hour after its scheduled start time — a serious no-no at a festival with a tightly programmed live stream — and consequently found her sound cut after only about 20 minutes of music. (Like a handful of acts Sunday, Badu didn’t agree to stream her performance, so maybe she thought her time was her own? Flog Gnaw disagreed.) The veteran R&B seeker used her brief time onstage to do a jazzy rendition of “On & On,” her breakout single from 1996, and a trippy take on “Window Seat,” from her most recent studio album, 2010’s “New Amerykah Part Two (Return of the Ankh).” She also offered the crowd some mystical words of wisdom, declaring that “we have just entered the fourth world war — the war between the people and the mind.” — M.W.
Tommy Richman
It was a surprise when aspiring opera singer-turned-TikTok sensation Tommy Richman, didn’t receive any nominations for the upcoming Grammys. After the 24 year old’s “Million Dollar Baby,” which debuted at No. 2 on Billboard’s Hot 100 chart (a rarity for an artist with no prior history on the chart), went viral on TikTok, it seemed like an obvious choice.
But the recent snub didn’t seem to phase Richman, who brought several of his friends and collaborators including Trevor Spitta and mynameisntjmack onto the desert stage — which resembled his “Coyote” album cover. Richman, a genre-bending artist whose catalog delves into hip-hop, R&B, funk and alternative, showed off his impressive vocal training as he sang records like “Whitney,” “Thought You Were the One,” “Devil is a Lie” and “Last Night” from his 2023 EP, “The Rush” which was my introduction to him. — Kailyn Brown
Sexyy Red performs at Camp Flog Gnaw on Nov. 17, 2024 in Los Angeles.
(Michael Blackshire/Los Angeles Times)
Sexyy Red
After putting in a cameo with Tyler, the Creator on Saturday night, St. Louis’ Sexyy Red gave a rowdy performance of her own on Sunday, twerking exuberantly in a pair of sparkly red yoga pants as she ran through thumping club-rap jams like “SkeeYee,” “Sexyy Love Money” and her part from Drake’s “Rich Baby Daddy.” “Shake that ass, b—,” she commanded in her appealingly shrill, Midwestern honk. “Make them hoes mad.” — M.W.
The Marías
L.A. rock quartet the Marías were one of few acts at Flog Gnaw to acknowledge the, let’s say, tense atmosphere in the U.S. right now. “Let all out all your frustrations from the past couple weeks,” singer María Zardoya told the crowd as the band kicked off “Run Your Mouth,” a lithe disco number that served as pure and welcome escapism.
The Marías are an emblematic L.A. band right now — bilingual, effortlessly cosmopolitan and able to traverse global Latin superstardom (they guested on Bad Bunny’s “Otro Atardecer” from his gargantuan LP “Un Verano Sin Ti”), while preserving the R&B, indie and old-soul flourishes that imbue SoCal. Between them and Omar Apollo on Saturday, Flog Gnaw knows exactly where to slot a vibey, Latin-indie act. “Submarine,” the band’s 2024 LP, documented an intra-band breakup with poise and panache, and featured some of the group’s most precise writing and ambitious production yet.
Zardoya has become one of L.A.’s most compelling rock stars in a long time — she knew exactly how to frame her angles against a wall of washed blue lights, and walked through the crowd shaking hands like an aspiring president. Songs like “Ruthless” and “Vicious Sensitive Robot” showed the full band firing on all cylinders, veering from yacht-rock trumpets to meditative jazz grooves, while “Paranoia” had a hypermodern ambience. “Cariño” hit the bilingual Flog Gnaw crowd with a wave of warm, vacation-nostalgia vibes. Zardoya playfully alluded to the topicality of “Submarine” on “No One Noticed,” where she gently taunted the crowd, “If you want your ex back, sing it.” But it was easy to imagine that there were other recent missed opportunities for brighter days in America on her mind as well. — August Brown
Mustard and Friends
No producer has had a year quite like DJ Mustard. Still riding high on the success of what’s arguably the song of the year, “Not Like Us” by Kendrick Lamar, Mustard brought a similar energy and familiar faces to the Camp Flog stage as he did at “The Pop Out — Ken & Friends” show on Juneteenth. Among his special guests were Roddy Ricch, Shoreline Mafia, Tyga, Ty Dolla $ign, Big Sean and his most frequent and earliest collaborator, YG. At one point during his set, Mustard even played Drake’s “Crew Love” featuring the Weeknd, but just before Drake’s verse was about to start, Mustard shouted “Sike!” then cut into his next track.
Images of various L.A. landmarks such as the Slauson Super Mall, Randy’s Donuts and Dodger Stadium were projected onto the screen as Mustard performed on a tall stage that rose higher as the night went on. In honor of his hip-hop peers, he gave short tributes to Grammy-winning DJ and hypeman FatMan Scoop, who died in August, and treasured L.A. rapper and entrepreneur, Nipsey Hussle.
Before playing “Not Like Us” — he played it twice — the stage went black, a green smoke appeared and the memorable “I See Dead People” scene from M. Night Shyamalan’s “The Sixth Sense” played over the speakers. For a moment, it felt like Kendrick Lamar was going to make an appearance. Although he didn’t, the energy in the crowd never wavered. — K.B.
Faye Webster performs at Camp Flog Gnaw on Nov. 17, 2024 in Los Angeles.
(Michael Blackshire/Los Angeles Times)
Faye Webster
Almost certainly the weekend’s quietest act, singer-songwriter Faye Webster was a mesmerizing presence on the festival’s Gnaw stage between Sexyy Red’s throwdown and an elaborate tribute to the late MF Doom. Webster’s laid-back sound, which prominently features pedal steel and saxophone, lives somewhere between Southern soul and West Coast yacht rock; here, she and her band stayed thoroughly dialed-in even as Webster directed crew members to several people in the audience in apparent need of medical attention. — M.W.
Blood Orange performs at Camp Flog Gnaw on Nov. 17, 2024 in Los Angeles.
(Michael Blackshire/Los Angeles Times)
Blood Orange
Blood Orange’s Dev Hynes has been in the news for the work he looks to be doing in the studio with Lorde for her next album. But what a pleasure to have his dream-pop R&B combo back playing shows after a couple of years away. Blood Orange balances tenderness and propulsion like few other acts, which is why the group’s set was able to encompass a cover of Joy Division’s “Love Will Tear Us Apart,” an appearance by Brendan Yates of the post-hardcore band Turnstile and a new song that evoked Luther Vandross fronting New Order. — M.W.
MF Doom tribute by FM MOOD
One of the most beautiful moments during Camp Flog Gnaw was a tribute to beloved rapper-producer MF Doom, who died suddenly in 2020 at 49 years old. As conductor Miguel Atwood-Ferguson — who was rocking a Fernando Valenzuela jersey and a metal face mask — led the Metalface Orchestra and Madlib (the other half of superduo, Madvillain) through various favorites like “Rhymes like Dimes” and “One Beer,” MF Doom’s vocals projected over the speakers, bringing his spirit to life.
Given that their performance was the last set of the night on the Gnaw stage, if you were present, you wanted to be there — fans were locked in, rapping along to every word and bobbing their heads to the music.
Toward the end of the nearly one-hour set, producer Daedelus came out to play his accordion on the rapper’s 2004 crowd favorite “Accordion,” and Erykah Badu — who performed on the main stage earlier in the night — sang a beautiful rendition of Sade’s “Kiss of Life,” which is a sample on MF Doom’s “Doomsday.” Before leaving the stage, Badu put her hands in a prayer position and told the crowd, “Thank you so much for loving my brother.” — K.B.
Playboi Carti
Playboi Carti was the only headline-tier act who did not broadcast his show on the Flog Gnaw livestream, leaving reams of Opium record label superfans caterwauling in the comments. It makes sense though — Carti’s whole thing is mystery, with the head-to-toe Rick Owens goth drip, the punk and metal window dressing on his trap productions, a high-ramped stage set only lit with strobe lights and no close-ups.
The Atlanta rapper has accomplished something comparable to what Tyler, the Creator has done in L.A. over the years — build a self-contained universe around the intersection of uncompromising hip-hop, “Hesher” dirtbag aesthetics and avant-garde fashion. Albums like “Die Lit” and “Whole Lotta Red” have become foundational documents for Gen Z rap, topping album charts and festival bills even as his vicious noise and shredded delivery refuse bend to the needs of a hit single (though he does often pop up on others’ more mainstream tracks, like Tyler’s “Earfquake,” and Camila Cabello’s loopy “I Luv It”). His personal life is volatile, but one can’t argue with the scale of his ambition, or how his gnarled aesthetics have reached an unlikely mass crowd.
While fans are still rabidly awaiting the followup to 2021’s “Whole Lotta Red,” the screens of his Flog Gnaw set flashed an image — “I Am Music,” the presumed title of his forthcoming LP — to assure fans it is really coming after long delays. The very short headline set was pretty typical Carti–ripping live metal guitars, frantic redlined vocals and a scrum of new cuts like “Ketamine” that seethed with tension and circle-pit chaos. He brought out the Weeknd at the very end to do “Timeless,” their synth-pricked new collaborative single, and left with barely a break or a breather. He promised a new single Friday. Give him this — Carti never gives fans anything but what he wants to. — A.B.
Movie Reviews
‘Project Hail Mary’ Review: Ryan Gosling and a Rock Make Sci-Fi Magic
In contrast to other sci-fi heroes, like Interstellar’s Cooper, who ventures into the unknown for the sake of humanity and discovery, knowing the sacrifice of giving up his family, Grace is externally a cynical coward. With no family to call his own, you’d think he’d have the will to go into space for the sake of the planet’s future. Nope, he’s got no courage because the man is a cowardly dog. However, Goddard’s script feels strikingly reflective of our moment. Grace has the tools to make a difference; the Earth flashbacks center on him working towards a solution to the antimatter issue, replete with occasionally confusing but never alienating dialogue. He initially lacks the conviction, embodying a cynicism and hopelessness that many people fall into today.
The film threads this idea effectively through flashbacks that reveal his reluctance, giving the story a tragic undercurrent. Yet, it also makes his relationship with Rocky, the first living thing he truly learns to care for, ever more beautiful.
When paired with Rocky, Gosling enters the rare “puppet scene partner” hall of fame alongside Michael Caine in The Muppet Christmas Carol, never letting the fact that he’s acting opposite a puppet disrupt the sincerity of his performance. His commitment to building a gradual, affectionate friendship with this animatronic creation feels completely natural, and the chemistry translates beautifully on screen. It stands as one of the stronger performances of his career.
Project Hail Mary is overly long, and while it can be deeply affecting, the film leans on a few emotional fake-outs that become repetitive in the latter half. By the third time it deploys the same sentimental beat, the effect begins to feel cloying, slightly dulling the powerful emotions it built earlier. The constant intercutting between past and present can also feel thematically uneven at times, occasionally undercutting the narrative momentum. At 2 hours and 36 minutes, the film feels like it’s stretching itself to meet a blockbuster runtime when a tighter cut might have served better.
FINAL STATEMENT
Project Hail Mary is a meticulously crafted, hopeful, and dazzling space epic that proves the most moving friendship in film this year might just be between Ryan Gosling and a rock.
Entertainment
James Van Der Beek ‘became what we used to just call a good man,’ Joshua Jackson says
Joshua Jackson says he knows he was “really just a footnote” in James Van Der Beek’s life, despite the “amazing” time they spent together as stars of the series “Dawson’s Creek.”
The star of “The Affair” is reflecting publicly for the first time about his former castmate, who died Feb. 11 at age 48 after a battle with colorectal cancer.
The time they shared on set was “formational” for them, Jackson said on “Today.” When the “Dawson’s Creek” pilot aired in January 1998, he was 19 and Van Der Beek was almost 21, playing characters who were 15.
“I know both of us look back on that time with great fondness, but I will also say that I know that I’m really just a footnote in what he actually accomplished in his life.”
Jackson spoke with great respect for his friend, who he said “became what we used to just call a good man, a man of the kind of belief, the kind of faith that allowed him to face the impossible with grace, an unbelievable partner and husband, just a real man who showed up for his family and a beautiful, kind, curious, interested, dedicated father.”
On the one hand, the 47-year-old said, “that’s beautiful.” On the other, “The tragedy of that loss for his family is enormous.”
Since Jackson and Van Der Beek played Pacey Witter and Dawson Leery three decades ago, both men had kids of their own — a 5-year-old daughter for Jackson, born during the pandemic with ex-wife Jodie Turner-Smith, and six kids for Van Der Beek with second wife Kimberly Brook. The latter couple’s children — two boys and four girls, ranging in age from 4 to 15 — were what Van Der Beek said changed everything for him.
“Your life becomes shared, and your joys become shared joys in a really beautiful way that expands your level of circuitry out to other people instead of just keeping it all for your own gratification,” the actor told “Good Morning America” in May 2023. “And the lessons, they keep on coming. It’s the craziest, craziest thing I’ve ever done, and it’s the thing that’s made me happiest.”
Knowing his colleague’s love for his family, Jackson said on “Today” that “for me as a father now, I think the enormity of that tragedy hits me in a very different way than just as a colleague, so I think the processing [of Van Der Beek’s death] is ongoing.”
The “Little Fires Everywhere” actor was on the morning show Tuesday to bring attention to colorectal cancer screenings.
Van Der Beek’s diagnosis, which went public in November 2024, was among the factors prompting Jackson to get involved with drugmaker AstraZeneca’s “Get Body Checked Against Cancer” campaign, which takes a lighter approach to a serious subject — cancer screening — through a partnership with Jackson, the National Hockey League and the Philadelphia Flyers’ furry orange mascot, Gritty.
“It is … true, the earlier you find something,” said “The Mighty Ducks” actor, “the better your possible outcomes are.”
Movie Reviews
Dan Webster reviews “WTO/99”
DAN WEBSTER:
It may now seem like ancient history, especially to younger listeners, but it was only 26 years ago when the streets of Seattle were filled with protesters, police and—ultimately—scenes of what ended up looking like pure chaos.
It is those scenes—put together to form a portrait of what would become known as the “Battle of Seattle” —that documentary filmmaker Ian Bell captures in his powerful documentary feature WTO/99.
We’ve seen any number of documentaries over the decades that report on every kind of social and cultural event from rock concerts to war. And the majority of them follow a typical format: archival footage blended with interviews, both with participants and with experts who provide an informational, often intellectual, perspective.
WTO/99 is something different. Like The Perfect Neighbor, a 2026 Oscar-nominated documentary feature, Bell’s film consists of what could be called found footage. What he has done is amass a series of news reports and personal video recordings into an hour-and-42-minute collection of individual scenes, mostly focused on a several-block area of downtown Seattle.
That is where a meeting of the WTO, the World Trade Organization, was set to be held between Nov. 30 and Dec. 3, 1999. Delegates from around the world planned to negotiate trade agreements (what else?) at the Washington State Convention and Trade Center.
Months before the meeting, however, a loose coalition of groups—including NGOs, labor unions, student organizations and various others—began their own series of meetings. Their objective was to form ways to protest not just the WTO but, to some of them, the whole idea of a world order they saw as a threat to the economic independence of individual countries.
Bell’s film doesn’t provide much context for all this. What we mostly see are individuals arguing their points of view as they prepare to stop the delegates from even entering the convention center. Meanwhile, Seattle authorities such as then-Mayor Paul Schell and then-Police Chief Norm Stamper—with brief appearances by Gov. Gary Locke and King County Executive Ron Sims—discuss counter measures, with Schell eventually imposing a curfew.
That decision comes, though, after what Bell’s film shows is a peaceful protest evolving into a street fight between people parading and chanting, others chained together and splinter groups intent on smashing the storefronts of businesses owned by what they see as corporate criminals. One intense scene involves a young woman begging those breaking windows to stop and asking them why they’re resorting to violence. In response a lone voice yells their reasoning: “Self-defense.”
Even more intense, though, are the actions of the Seattle police. We see officers using pepper spray, tear gas, flash grenades and other “non-lethal” means such as firing rubber pellets into the crowd. In one scene, a uniformed guy—not identified as a police officer but definitely part of the security crowd, which included National Guardsmen—is shown kicking a guy in the crotch.
The media, too, can’t avoid criticism. Though we see broadcast reporters trying to capture what was happening—with some affected like everybody else by the tear gas that filled the streets like a winter fog—the reports they air seem sketchy, as if they’re doctors trying to diagnose a serious illness by focusing on individual cells. And the images they capture tend to highlight the violence over the well-meaning actions of the vast majority of protesters.
Reactions to what Bell has put on the screen are bound to vary, based on each viewer’s personal politics. Bell revels his own stance by choosing selectively from among thousands of hours of video coverage to form the narrative he feels best captures what happened those two decades-and-change ago.
If nothing else, WTO/99 does reveal a more comprehensive picture of what happened than we got at the time. And, too, it should prepare us for the future. The way this country is going, we’re bound to see a lot more of the same.
Call it the “Battle for America.”
For Spokane Public Radio, I’m Dan Webster.
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Movies 101 host Dan Webster is the senior film critic for Spokane Public Radio.
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