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The Go-Go’s are back again, still real, raw and ready for Coachella and Cruel World

Perhaps no one is more excited about the reunited Go-Go’s upcoming slate of high-profile gigs than Gina Schock. The 67-year-old drummer missed the band’s last big Los Angeles shows — in 2022 at the Crypto.com Arena and a three-night stand at the Hollywood Bowl in 2018 — due to health issues that required surgery on her thumb and to fuse three vertebrae together in her neck, respectively.
Now, however, Schock is healthy and looking forward to powering the band through a club set at one of their old haunts, the Roxy, on April 9, and then April 11 and April 18 at the Coachella Valley Music and Arts Festival. After playing dates in San Francisco and Las Vegas, they’ll wrap it up at the Cruel World festival in Pasadena on May 17, making the Go-Go’s one of the few bands to play the larger, more eclectic and current Indio, Calif., festival and the ’80s-leaning Pasadena fest in the same calendar year.
Their Coachella dates are headlined by Lady Gaga, while Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds top the bill at Cruel World. It all seems to make sense since the Go-Go’s bridge the gap between the pop leanings of Gaga and the L.A. punk scene that shared similar sensibilities with Cave’s early work with the Birthday Party.
Four-fifths of the band reunited for a rehearsal in Los Angeles in mid-February that left Schock pumped up. “I was very excited to be playing because I’ve been practicing for months. I haven’t played with the band for eight years,” she says via Zoom from San Francisco, her home since 2005.
Over the years, the Go-Go’s have reunited from time to time. In 2016, they staged what was billed as a farewell tour, leaving the door open to occasional future live dates, but no more full tours.
The last time they played a festival comparable to Coachella was in January 1985 at Rock in Rio in Brazil, when the band was on their last legs after their incredibly successful first run. They exploded out of the Los Angeles club scene, scored a record deal with the then-fledgling IRS Records and topped the album chart in 1982 with their debut album, “Beauty and the Beat,” which blended their punk energy with pop sensibilities in the hits “Our Lips Are Sealed” and “We Got the Beat.” Incredibly, it remains the only album by an all-female band that plays their own instruments to top the Billboard album chart.
Yet by 1985, after two other successful albums, 1982’s “Vacation” and 1984’s “Talk Show,” the band was falling apart due to jealousy over songwriting credits, compensation, substance abuse and mismanagement.
Wiedlin, who had a hit collaboration with Sparks on the song “Cool Places” in 1983, left in October 1984, so Valentine slid over to guitar and the band recruited Paula Jean Brown to play bass for their two sets at the Rock in Rio festival in Brazil, which drew more than 250,000 people each day. After those shows, the rest of the band flew home, but guitarist-songwriter Charlotte Caffey stayed in Brazil for a week, attempting to work through her drug addiction. “It was such a weird feeling that whole week,” Caffey says of that time in Rio. “I got home, and I dropped my own self off at a drug and alcohol hospital in South Pasadena,” she recalls.
Four decades later, she’s still sober. “That’s the most important thing ever that I did in my life,” she says. “All the people that worked there took bets on who would go out first,” she says of the staff at the rehab facility. “Of course, I was No. 1, and I’m the only one that stayed sober.”
The most private Go-Go, Caffey isn’t on social media like her bandmates. “The worst possible thought in my mind is having people following me,” she says in a Zoom interview from her Los Angeles home that she started with her camera off.
“I always loved writing the songs and performing,” she adds, “but I didn’t love all the stuff, like the fame. I’m not that public person. I love looking at what the other girls are doing. I find out when we’re not working together. I look at their socials and I’m like, ‘Oh, that looks really fun.’ I’m just more private.”

The Go Go’s are gearing up to perform at the Coachella Valley Music and Arts Festival as well as Cruel World.
(Robert Gauthier / Los Angeles Times)
It’s not surprising that the Go-Go’s use social media to keep up with each other these days. Caffey, who penned the band’s 1982 No. 2 hit “We Got the Beat,” is the only band member still in L.A., where she lives with her husband since 1993, Redd Kross guitarist Jeff McDonald. Singer Belinda Carlisle, 66, has lived with her husband Morgan Mason, a former political advisor and entertainment executive, in Mexico City for four years and outside the U.S. since 1994. Valentine recently relocated to St. Alban, England, near London, while Wiedlin was living on the big island in Hawaii but recently relocated to Berkeley in search of better treatment for the long COVID that has been dogging her for more than a year.
The Go-Go with the most successful solo career with hits “Heaven Is a Place on Earth,” “I Get Weak” and “Mad About You,” Carlisle recently announced live dates in Germany, Belgium and the U.K. for fall, after playing in Australia and England last year. Yet, she acknowledges she owes it all to the Go-Go’s.
“If it wasn’t for the Go-Go’s, I wouldn’t have a solo career. That’s just a fact and I know that,” she says in a Zoom interview from Mexico City. “The whole story of it even happening is something that I think is extraordinary,” she says of the band she co-founded in 1978 with Wiedlin and original bassist Margot Olavarria and drummer Elissa Bello. “I’m really proud of that because we really worked hard. The band happened against all odds.”

Perhaps nothing sums that up better than the band’s induction into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in 2021. Foo Fighters, which include guitarist Pat Smear, another refugee from the L.A. punk scene, were also inducted that year. Before Carlilse joined the Go-Go’s, she had a brief stint as the singer of the Germs with Smear on guitar. “I have a picture of me, Jane, Pat Smear and Belinda standing there,” Caffey says, “And we were looking at each other like, ‘You realize this was never a thought in our minds back then.’”
Caffey then flashes back to a memory with Smear and his bandmate, frontman Bobby Pin, who had not yet adopted the new moniker Darby Crash. They asked her how old she was. She can’t recall her answer but remembers Smear’s response back in 1978: “You’re too old to be a punk.”
At 71, Caffey is the oldest Go-Go, but when she does turn on her Zoom camera, she has a youthfulness that belies her age. Like many, she says the COVID “lockdown messed with my mind” and she stopped focusing on music for a stretch. Yet playing the Go-Go’s songs in her downstairs home studio “has opened up this whole creative thing for me now. I feel like I’m ready to create again,” she says.
Over in the U.K., Valentine, 66, is also going through a creative renaissance. The songwriter-bassist-guitarist who brought the Go-Go’s the top 10 hit “Vacation,” is performing as a solo artist. She’s also started a new all-star, all-female band with Baseball Project drummer Linda Pitmon, singer-guitarist Brix Smith of the Fall and Pogues bassist-singer Cáit O’Riordan called Psycher, and is getting ready to start writing a sequel to her acclaimed 2020 book “All I Ever Wanted: A Rock ‘n’ Roll Memoir.” “I feel like I’m 16 and I’m gonna make it in the music biz,” she says during a Zoom interview.
She’s also come to recognize the full impact of the Go-Go’s legacy after a recent trip to Vienna to visit Lenny Kravitz and his guitarist and her former roommate Craig Ross. “Lenny was introducing me to a younger person just going off about the Go-Go’s. ‘No, you don’t understand. They were the biggest band in the world!’ And I’m like, ‘No, we weren’t.’ And he goes, ‘Yes, you were the biggest band in the world!’ I’m just kind of always still surprised at the cultural reach of the Go-Go’s.”
Reached by phone in San Francisco, Wiedlin, 66, is also pleasantly surprised by the renewed interest and activity surrounding the band over the last decade, including the 2018 Broadway musical “Head Over Heels” featuring their songs and the 2020 debut of the documentary “The Go-Go’s” at the Sundance Film Festival, which led to the band’s induction into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in 2021. “And now Coachella and Cruel World, which I never thought we’d be asked to do,” she says.
Since she’s undergoing treatment for the lingering effects of long COVID, Wiedlin was unable to make it to the band’s L.A. rehearsal in late February, but has been getting together to play with fellow Bay Area resident Schock and plans to reunite with the band for rehearsals before the Roxy gig.
She, like other members of the band, is pleased to see new acts like fellow L.A.-based all-female rockers the Linda Lindas carry the torch, and hopes that others arise to keep rock ‘n’ roll alive.
“You have the whole phenomenon of groups that don’t write and don’t play instruments, and it’s more about dancing and looking good,” she says. “That’s fine, but being an older person, I really appreciate rock ‘n’ roll, loud guitars and people playing instruments. That’s something I love, and I would hate for that to go away entirely.”
“I’m very proud of our band,” she adds. “We’ve never used backing tracks or anything. We’re very raw live and we’re very real.”

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Movie review: ‘Jane Austen Wrecked My Life’ a warm romance befitting the author

“Jane Austen Wrecked My Life” (or, “Jane Austen a gâché ma vie”) is a catchy, provocative title for writer/director Laura Piani’s debut feature, but it is a bit of a misnomer. Her heroine, Agathe (Camille Rutherford) might harbor that fear deep inside, but it’s never one that she speaks aloud. A lonely bookseller working at the famed Shakespeare and Company bookshop in Paris, she gets lost in the love notes left on the shop mirror, and complains to her best friend and coworker Felix (Pablo Pauly) that she was born in the wrong century, unwilling to engage in casual “digital” connection. Deeply feeling and highly imaginative, perhaps she believes she’s alone because she won’t settle for anything less than a Darcy.
Good thing then that Felix, posing as her “agent,” sends off a few chapters of her fantasy-induced writing to the Jane Austen Residency. And who should pick up Agathe from the ferry but a handsome, prickly Englishman, Oliver (Charlie Anson), the great-great-great-great-grandnephew of Ms. Austen herself. She can’t stand him. It’s perfect.
“Jane Austen Wrecked My Life” is the kind of warm romance that will make any bookish dreamer swoon, as this thoroughly modern woman with old-fashioned ideas about love experiences her own Austen-esque tumble through her own emotions. While she initially identifies with the wilting old maid Anne from “Persuasion,” her shyly budding connection with Oliver and questions about her blurred-lines friendship with Felix is more Elizabeth Bennett in “Pride and Prejudice.” A pastoral English estate is the ideal setting for such a dilemma.
The casting and performances are excellent for this contemporary, meta update to Austen — Rutherford is elegant but often awkward and fumbling as Agathe; Anson conveys Oliver’s passionate yearning behind his reserved, wounded exterior with just enough Hugh Grant-ian befuddlement. Pauly plays the impulsive charlatan with an irrepressible charm.
But it isn’t just the men that have Agathe in a tizzy. The film is as romantic about books, literature, writing and poetry as it is about such mundane issues as matters of the flesh. A lover of books and literature, Agathe strives to be a writer but believes she isn’t one because of her pesky writer’s block. It’s actually a dam against the flow of feelings — past traumas and heartbreaks — that she attempts to keep at bay. It’s through writing that Agathe is able to crack her heart open, to share herself and to welcome in new opportunities.
“Writing is like ivy,” Oliver tells Agathe, “it needs ruins to exist.” It’s an assurance that her broken past hasn’t broken her, but has given her the necessary structure to let the words grow. The way the characters talk about what literature means to them, and what it means to write, will seduce the writerly among the viewers, these discussions of writing even more enchanting than any declarations of love or ardent admiration.
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The 10 best movies we saw at the 2025 Cannes Film Festival

Josh O’Connor in the movie “The Mastermind.”
(Festival de Cannes)
Leave it to Kelly Reichardt, who turned Michelle Williams into a seething sculptor with frenemy issues in “Showing Up,” to make the gentlest, most self-deprecating heist movie imaginable. As such, she’s invented a whole new genre. The year is 1970 but don’t expect anything Scorsesian to go down here. Rather, this one’s about a half-smart art thief (Josh O’Connor, leaning into loser vibes) who, after snatching canvases of a lesser-known modernist from an understaffed Massachusetts museum, suffers grievously as his plan unravels. Reichardt, herself the daughter of law enforcement, is more interested in the aftermath: hypnotically awkward kitchen conversations with disappointed family members who won’t lend him any more money and would rather he just clear out. (The exquisite period-perfect cast includes Alana Haim, Bill Camp, Hope Davis and John Magaro.) Danny Ocean types need not apply, but if you hear skittering jazz music as the soundtrack of desperation, your new favorite comedy is here. — JR
Movie Reviews
‘Magellan’ Review: Gael Garcia Bernal Plays the Famous Explorer in Lav Diaz’s Exquisitely Shot Challenge of an Arthouse Epic

If “Gael Garcia Bernal as Magellan” sounds to you like a pretty cool Netflix series, you have never seen a film by Filipino auteur and slow-cinema master Lav Diaz. Known on the international festival circuit for his epically minimalist features with bladder-busting running times, his movies are challenging, high-art dramas made for a very select few — the opposite of the flashy, ADHD-friendly content found on streamers.
Premiering in Cannes, where Diaz’s most awarded film, Norte, the End of History, played in Un Certain Regard back in 2013, Magellan (Magalhães) is not for the impatient viewer who likes their explorer stories action-packed and easy to digest.
Magellan
The Bottom Line
A stunning time capsule that’s easier to admire than watch.
Venue: Cannes Film Festival (Cannes Premiere)
Cast: Gael García Bernal, Ângela Azevedo, Amado Arjay Babon, Ronnie Lazaro
Director, screenwriter: Lav Diaz
2 hours 40 minutes
And yet this exquisitely crafted feature may be one of the director’s most accessible works to date. It clocks in at only 160 minutes (Diaz’s films often run twice that long, if not more), but, more importantly, provides an honest glimpse at a figure who famously opened the world up for exploration, while furthering the mass destruction wreaked by colonialism.
“I saw a white man!” an indigenous woman screams in the movie’s opening scene, which shows her working calmly by a river in a picturesque rain forest. Like the snake appearing in the Garden of Eden — a Biblical reference that will soon be forced upon tribes with their own religious culture — the arrival of Europeans on the shores of unexplored lands will carry evil into an innocent place, changing it for the worse.
That first sequence takes place during the Conquest of Malacca in 1511, which saw Magellan fighting under Portuguese conquistador Afonso de Albuquerque. If you’re not familiar with this dark period, Diaz doesn’t necessarily make things clear enough to grasp. He’s less interested in historical facts and figures than in visually capturing what the start of colonial decimation looked like on both sides. Magellan never appears in his movie as a hero or antihero, but as a bold profiteer reaping what he can out of a global race to secure land through war and plunder. Guns, germs and steel indeed.
The narrative, which stretches from the bloody clashes on Malacca to Magellan’s death at the Battle of Mactan (Philippines) ten years later, portrays this decade of conquest and ruination with elegantly composed tableaux shot from a fixed position. Diaz is known for using black-and-white, but here he teams with Artur Tort (credited as both co-cinematographer and co-editor) to shoot with a rich color palette of green, brown and blue, finding beautifully detailed textures in locations on both sea and land. The villages recreated by production designers Isabel Garcia and Allen Alzola seem so authentic that you would think they had always been there, nestled in the jungle.
Certain images look like they were torn right out of 16th-century paintings, which is why Magellan is a movie you tend to gaze at rather than watch with full attention. Diaz often shows us the aftermath of battles, where dozens of bodies are artfully splayed on the ground, instead of the battles themselves. Lots of other drama happens off-screen, even if we do witness certain key moments from Magellan’s last years — whether it’s his decision to work under the Spanish crown after the Portuguese refused to back his last voyage, or his discovery of a passage to the South Pacific that became known as the Magellan Strait.
But the drama can be very stolid, borderline dull at times. Not that Garcia Bernal isn’t perfect for the part: Costumed in lots of fluffy shirts, he plays a fearless man with an immense ego who suffered for his success, making the whole profession of being a conquistador look less like a valiant enterprise than a major drag. But Diaz’s observant style (he never cuts within a scene; there’s no music to induce emotion) can keep us at arm’s length from events. Perhaps the most dramatic part of the film is the one that’s the most painfully stretched out, depicting Magellan’s long, relentless voyage (1519-1521) from Spain to the Spice Islands, which saw many crew members die along the way.
But whatever the Spaniards or Portuguese went through pales in comparison to all the tribespeople whom we see imprisoned, converted, enslaved or just plain murdered by Magellan and his men. The other main character in the film is Enrique (Amado Arjay Babon), an indigenous man whom Magellan captures on Malacca and takes with him on all his subsequent journeys. He gradually becomes “civilized” (to use a colonialist term) as the narrative progresses, until the tides turn in the Philippines and we see him returning back to his initial state, freed from the shackles of European domination.
As much as Magellan is a film that will play to a highly select audience, it makes a subtle but loud political statement about the colonial mindset both then and now. When the conquistadors claim they are fighting so that “Islam shall finally disappear,” hoping to beat the Moors in securing more territory, it sounds a lot like speeches you hear from far-right pundits and politicians in Europe today. Diaz’s movie may resemble a magnificent time capsule — and one that we watch with a certain distance — but there are moments when its stark realism reminds us how easily history can repeat itself.
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