This is a bad film and a good one too.

It’s bad because the script is hackneyed, too busy with exposition, often unbelievable and certainly unnatural.

But it’s good because it illuminates the insecurity of an artist. The most sensitive amongst us create the greatest work, they illuminate our warts, the human condition, that’s why we love art, not because it’s got a good beat and you can dance to it, but because it makes us feel so not alone.

I wanted to go to the movies, I wanted to get away from life. But with so many entertainment options at our fingertips we only have time for the best, it’s not that I want my fifteen dollars back, but when I see a crappy movie I want my TIME back. They’re not making any more of it folks, use it wisely, it runs out. And there was nothing worth seeing at the ArcLight.

So I checked the streaming services, to see what was available. I’m almost at the end of a thirteen part documentary on World War II on Netflix, I feel like Tony Soprano, watching the History Channel, it’s amazing what you don’t learn in school, my teachers lived through it so they didn’t want to talk about it, they thought I knew it, but I didn’t, and still don’t. Watch “World War II In HD Colour,” yes, it’s colorized, and that sucks, but it’s still riveting.

But I wasn’t in the mood for non-fiction, like I said, I wanted to get away. So I peeked into Amazon Prime and found the Brian Wilson movie.

I love the Beach Boys. Jan & Dean reached me first, but they led me to Brian and the crew. And Brian’s only problem is he lived. Had he died, he’d be equal to John Lennon. But soldiering on, we were subjected to the seventies comeback with the SNL TV show, the eighties comeback with Eugene Landy and the twenty first century comeback with the final recording of “Smile.” How can we miss you when you won’t go away? Brian’s on tour every year, as a matter of fact, I’m seeing him Sunday night!

But it’s bizarre. Because he’s there and he’s not. He’s singing the songs but he’s not. He’s behind the piano but he’s not playing. It’s like going to a living museum, you question your attendance at this freak show.

But what does a family do with a freak?

Especially a drug casualty. Yesterday, on Terry Gross, Maia Szalavitz, an addiction expert, said tough love sucks, as do interventions, you’ve got to be kind. But what if nothing works?

Nothing worked with Brian Wilson.

The first time I saw him was at the movies in Westwood. He was wearing a satin jacket with his name embroidered. I went up and thanked him, told him I was a big fan, I got no response.

At the BMI awards he put his head on our table.

And on his bus a couple of years back he seemed to be talking to anybody but me, but I was the only one there.

That’s a great, someone detached, someone who just isn’t made for these times.

Too much is made about “Pet Sounds” in this flick. That wasn’t the only breakthrough, and I’d be lying if I said it was my favorite.

But I remember it being followed by the first greatest hits album not even two months thereafter, I could tell “Pet Sounds” was a stiff. And I know the legend re Mike Love, which is on screen here, he wants hits, no different from what came before, he’s the embodiment of today’s execs and acts, whereas Brian didn’t want to repeat himself.

Do you want to repeat yourself? Go to work and do the same damn thing day after day? Sounds like death to me. But that’s what they wanted from Brian, despite him being flesh and blood, not a robot on an assembly line.

So we get not only “Pet Sounds,” but “Good Vibrations.” And “‘Til I Die.”

But as much as Brian was sure he wanted to test limits, explore the fringe, beat the Beatles, he was unsure, insecure, that’s the human condition, you’re looking for support, oftentimes where you’ll get it the least, from your dad or your bandmate or your record company… Furthermore, people are confounded when you change, and if you don’t hit the bullseye, they tell you you’re through.

I don’t know how a movie like “Love & Mercy” gets made. Do filmmakers really think great numbers of people are going to pay money to go to a theatre to sit through it? Something that’s not a comic book extravaganza, something that doesn’t even look triumphant on the page?

Thank god for passion projects. But the best thing is movies live on, online, on streaming services, that’s where people see them today, that’s where their largest audience is.

And you should see “Love & Mercy.”

You’ll see an era where recording a great song was the peak of creativity, when Southern California was the epicenter of not only hedonism, but limit-testing, an environment where young people could live like royalty on the basis of song.

0’s and 1’s are much more friendly. It’s much easier to write a hit app than a hit song. And the app economy is based on giving people what they want, as opposed to what they need. Hit records give us a reason to live.

Paul Dano is more Brian Wilson than John Cusack.

Paul Giamatti overplays Eugene Landy, and is wearing a bad wig to boot.

And Melinda is portrayed as a saint, and no one’s that good.

And Brian’s stuck in the middle, alone, he doesn’t know we’re right alongside him.

He’s still here.

But it’s much more about what went down back there.

Funny how we tear everybody down, but when they break through we exalt them. We put them on a pedestal, when the truth is they’re just human, riddled with imperfections and self-doubt.

Brian Wilson may be a bit crazier, and a bunch more talented, but his story is the essence of being a musician, one who digs down deep based on passion and experience to deliver that which cannot be quantified which hopefully will titillate the public’s fancy.

This film focuses on the breakthroughs. Because those are the hardest to achieve. And it illustrates that getting what you want won’t necessarily make you happy.

Brian had hit records, made money, got off the road, was allowed to follow his vision, and he ended up isolated and paralyzed…

Brian Wilson lived for our sins. He could have died and had his legend set in stone, but he kept bumbling on, we all have to bumble on, we’ve all got victories and losses.

But few have peaks as high as Brian Wilson, or valleys as low.

This film will stimulate your artistic instincts, it will make you feel connected in a world that oftentimes seems incomprehensible.

And that’s the job of art.

Which is nearly impossible to get right.

But sometimes there are diamonds amidst the zirconia.

Like in “Love & Mercy.”

Pigs. That’s what we called the cops in the sixties, before Nixon got elected on a law and order platform, blacks were incarcerated in unprecedented numbers and whites rallied around law enforcement.

Oh, what a long strange trip it’s been.

Life surprises you. It’s a good reason to keep on keepin’ on. If you’d told me America was hurtling towards revolution, that its ills would come to the forefront, I’d have laughed. Things have been going in the wrong direction for so long now I’ve given up hope.

But then came Ferguson.

Credit cell phone cameras. In a nation fixated on the image, even more than the weapon, we’re all intrigued by the footage. Suddenly, the oppressed can document impropriety.

Of course I’m not defending the sniper. Killing is completely unjustified, I have sympathy for the families of the deceased. But when you keep a whole swath of the public down, when racism runs rampant, when guns are available easily, do you expect peace to reign, do you expect that no nitwit will twist the message and do something untoward?

Like those shooting up abortion clinics. They may be insane, but they’ve been hearing the right wing agitation for so long they’ve taken the law into their own hands.

And let’s stay with the right wing agitation. It was a long game which has now played out, come to fruition. To achieve its agenda the Republicans began the Federalist Society, to put right wing judges in place. To the point where getting an abortion in a right wing state is rough, to the point where even if you’re a citizen you might be unable to vote. There used to be protections, but the right wing Supreme Court got rid of them, saying everything was copacetic, that racism no longer exists.

Kind of like anti-Semitism. Everybody hates the Jews. I know, because I am one. Amazing what people will say when they don’t know you’re a member of the tribe.

But at least my skin is white. Black people are black all day long, identifiably so, and as my African-American Uber driver said today, racism is worse than ever, it’s just that the white people know better than to verbalize it in mixed company.

He also said that racism was exacerbated by the loss of educational opportunities. You know, the death of affirmative action, which was eviscerated because one white person might have to step aside to enable a whole race to get ahead.

And the left wing elites are not much better. Where is the opportunity for the black man in today’s society? Especially one who’s been to jail? And Donald Trump is just stirring up hate, but at the bottom of it is economic dissatisfaction, that the immigrants stole the working class’s jobs.

Meanwhile, the privileged whites cling ever tighter to their guns and money. Leaving little chance for the downtrodden, those without opportunities.

This is not a law and order issue, this is a cultural issue, an economic issue. When are we going to see all people as equal? Not only in protection under the law, but in opportunity?

Bill Clinton put a dent in welfare. Everybody with something hates those with nothing. Believing if the poor just pulled themselves up by their bootstraps they too could make it, not realizing the door is shut for so many, who aren’t even aware of the slim opportunities they have, who would tell them?

I’ve lived through this before, in the aforementioned sixties. The white kids were sick and tired of living by conventions that made no rational sense. And the black people wanted respect.

Ain’t that a funny word.

We’ll tune into the NBA but we won’t give a black person who is not famous a job.

And then we criticize athletes for their lifestyle when the truth is white men are no different, when rich they like to screw and waste money too.

And why are we looking up to athletes anyway?

And music is dominated by African-Americans, check the statistics, hip-hop/rap rules. Isn’t it funny that the younger generation can see the value, but those in power cannot.

Then again, a couple of decades back, the refrain was “F… Tha Police,” whereas today music has veered from being social commentary to a dash for cash.

That’s the bottom line in our country today, the bottom line. Cops stop cars for revenue as opposed to the infraction. Because the whites don’t want to pay taxes, believing they earned the money and the underclass does not, pay taxes, that is. But the underclass pays sales and payroll taxes, assuming you can get a job.

So the whites rally around institutions, believing they’ve won. You can’t question the government, unless you want to drown it in the bathtub, the Dixie Chicks sacrificed their career for speaking their truth, because people no longer want to look under the carpet, or in the mirror, and realize they’re imperfect and change has got to come.

It will.

Because eventually the pot boils over, the lid blows off. Everything looks cool and then you realize it is not.

Let’s start with jobs. A national work program to redo our sagging infrastructure, which needs it, now, when money is still cheap.

Then let’s readdress the safety net. No one should starve, no one should lack a roof over their head. And they should not be restricted in what they can spend on, that erodes their dignity, it’s really no different from making a Jew wear a yellow star.

Then we’ve got to take back our prisons, so much of the infrastructure that has been privatized and now has no oversight. Some things need to be run by the government.

And we’ve got to address the drug laws, hell, decriminalization is a start. And let nonviolent offenders out and institute more programs integrating them back into society.

And not only do we need to reduce the cost of college, so that in-state universities are not dominated by out-of-state students because they can pay the full freight, but we must help the disadvantaged get in, and stay in.

And there must be more money for elementary and secondary school education, and there must be a balance amongst all schools, so everybody gets an opportunity.

You think that immigrant is taking your job, that black person is making life dangerous, but the truth is these people are helping you, adding to the rich fabric of our country.

Enough with the demonization.

Enough with the guns.

All lives have value.

But we only seem to pay attention when they’re snuffed out.

How about those who are still here? Who are minorities, who have few advantages. They’re just as good as you and me folks, they could make it if we helped them.

Lyndon Johnson spoke of a Great Society.

Today it’s every person for him or herself.

The cops need to feel safe, they need to be protected.

But the people do too.

It’s kind of like the law. Innocent until proven guilty.

But in today’s America a black person is guilty until proven innocent.

That can’t go on.

DESIRE

Making it can’t be some thing, it’s got to be the ONLY THING. You’re gonna want to sacrifice, but you’re gonna have to forgo more than that, miss out on parties, on social rituals, all in the goal of achieving your heart’s desire, which you think will satisfy you but it won’t, but you’ve got no choice.

INSPIRATION

Its source is unknown. Sometimes you’re just standing in the shower, other times you’re reading a book, watching a movie. It’s not conscious, it sneaks up on you, and then your goal is to capture the moment. Don’t second guess yourself, that’s when you lose it, the truth is greatness is all about an edge, you’re not fifty percent better than everybody else, more like five. But that five makes all the difference. And that five is unfiltered, unjudged, oftentimes unstudied. Sure, chops help, but when inspiration hits you’ve got to run on instinct, be willing to break the rules, all in service of getting that inspiration down.

CONNECTIONS

You can’t make it alone. You need someone to lead the charge. This is the hardest part, finding someone who believes who will get you to your destination without ripping you off. The greats are socially awkward, but the conveyors see something in them, a spark, that they can bring to the public, to make money.

VISION

There’s a market for me-too, there’s a market for assembly line, the factory needs workers, but that’s about stardom, not art. What is it that you want to achieve? If it’s solely about making money, go elsewhere, you can make more there, especially today. If it’s about acceptance and accolades, you’re on the right track. You’ll get ’em, but they won’t be satisfying, they won’t fill you up. That’s the dirty little secret of the greats, they do it to connect with others and when they find out success doesn’t fix their lives they can’t do it anymore.

CONTEXT

You must be a student of the game, if you live in a vacuum you won’t succeed. You’ve got to know what’s already successful, you’ve got to envision your place in the firmament, you’re a salesman, and your art is your product. If too much convincing, too much backstory, too much explanation is required, you’ll miss the target.

BELIEF

You’ve got to believe you’re the best, that you have something to add, even though you’ll have moments of extreme doubt, when you believe you’re worthless and undeserving.

TUNING OUT THE NOISE

People want to put you down, they want you to be like them, the longer you listen the more discouraged you become. You are the game, everybody else is the audience.

PERSEVERANCE

Your one big break is not. The road is littered with not only bumps, but hills. The mountaintop is far in the distance, you think you can see it, but you cannot. Keep going.

CHANGE

He not busy being born is busy dying. If you’re repeating yourself, if you’re in a rut, you’re already in the rearview mirror. Admit mistakes, try new things, you stumble into greatness, it’s not about calculation.

LEARNING

All the time, you’re not only hoovering up information, mistakes correct your course. And you gain knowledge of people, you realize so many are full of crap. Finding those who can truly aid you is a lifetime journey.

GETTING SCREWED

You will be. If you were good at finance, you’d be working on Wall Street. But those people can’t do what you do, and believe me, they want to. If you’re worrying about leaving money on the table, if you’re worrying about getting ripped off, if you can’t stop thinking about dollars you’re gonna be destroyed, if you get off the launch pad at all. Sure, money counts. But if you make it, there will be enough. And with your name attached you can earn a living for the rest of your life, which those who ripped you off probably cannot.

RESTING ON YOUR LAURELS

You can’t give people what they want, but what they need. You’ve got to continue to test limits. Once you second guess the audience you’re finished, you’re an oldies act, you’re culturally irrelevant.

She didn’t obey the rules.

That’s another thing the working class believes in strongly, right and wrong, respecting the law, and the funny thing is most of us consider ourselves working class, or middle class, be sure to read today’s “New York Times” story on Wigan, a burg that always goes Labour that voted for Brexit, despite only 25% of UK inhabitants being working class, 60% BELIEVE they are working class. You never forget your roots. You might have an SUV and a sports car in the driveway, probably leased, but you remember when you struggled, and retain those underlying values, unless you WIN!

For far too long the emphasis in America has been on the winners. And that means money. Hell, the media wouldn’t even publicize the MacArthur genius grants if they didn’t come with 125k a year attached. Is it hard to believe we’ve got a culture where the best and the brightest, the elite, bend the rules in their favor in order to succeed?

Bill Clinton comes from nothing, he’s arguably a hillbilly. Hillary comes from something more. But after his Presidency Bill and Hillary blurred the edges, worked for anybody with the cash, barely different from a nitwit entertainer doing their act for a third world dictator. Couldn’t they say no? And they’ve got that bogus foundation wherein the money goes in and transparency disappears. And now their daughter Chelsea is a millionaire, really… This is what Bernie Sanders was railing against, the closed system, wherein the winners utilize their connections to keep themselves up and others down. Come on, why should Chelsea Clinton be worth eight figures, what has she done other than to be a member of the lucky sperm club?

And she’s fair game, everybody with a profile is fair game. That’s the social media world we live in, there are no sacred cows. Despite the media insisting our leaders, our stars, have gravitas and earned their status, despite Romney putting so many out of work.

The past has come home to roost. I believe in globalization, but you’ve got to take care of the losers in the equation, like Colin Hewlett in the “Times” article above, he’s 61, his weekly pay got cut from $665 to $318, you can’t make it on that. But you never hear these stories, because these people don’t have a voice.

And I don’t think Hillary should be indicted, that’s a right wing canard, one that ignores the law, which must show intent in a specific way, to give away secrets. But I do question the judgment of someone who refuses to abide by the rules. What exactly was Hillary protecting herself from here? Who are the people she surrounds herself with who told her to do this? Believe me, she’s not that tech-savvy. Why is it that every successful person made it by breaking the rules and they keep telling us to adore them?

I’m gonna vote for Hillary, you can’t give Trump the wheel, you can’t put the Supreme Court at risk. But at this late date I’m thinking David Geffen was right, he plays the Clinton game better than they do, he too rose from nothing, and he deemed them duplicitous, untrustworthy, and they are. Funny how the right wing label ends up sticking, being right.

But the right wing is all about gotcha and gridlock and paying fealty to shadowy rich people who pay their bills and pull the strings. When did it become an honor to be a court jester, that’s who these people are, the right wing representatives and the Clintons too, they like the perks, they’ll do whatever the rich want them to, they’re beholden to them.

And then you’ve got the Hillary supporters shushing Bernie and burnishing her image.

Of course Hillary is smart, experienced too. But she lied about the server, of which there were many, actually it was servers, and how are you supposed to trust her after that? She doesn’t care about us so much as herself, accumulating and maintaining power, no different from Microsoft or Facebook or all the other corporations that you ultimately hate. Then again, today we love corporations more than people, their products are more honest, whereas human beings lack backbones, at least those in the public eye.

We can’t make it here anymore. Whether it be the working class or the educated class that cannot live in Manhattan or afford a concierge doctor. That’s the story of today, how it’s all blown up in our own backyard. Republicans are for drug treatment as opposed to incarceration because suddenly it’s THEIR kids who are shooting up as opposed to THOSE people. And now that college is sixty grand a year…who’s got 240k lying around?

So the truth is Hillary skated.

But it feels like she’s guilty.

And feeling is everything today. That’s why Brexit happened, despite so many voting against their interest, being beneficiaries of the EU.

It feels like we’re getting screwed in America. Even those who jumped through the hoops. I don’t make a million dollars a year, do you? Exactly what did I do wrong… Not go to work in finance, not be college roommates with Mark Zuckerberg? Finance builds nothing and tech is all about breaking rules, asking permission later. And we need change, but who’s gonna look out for the little guy?

The musicians have been screaming for years. They’re a perfect metaphor for the country at large. They were swimming along just fine and suddenly their lunch and then their house and nearly their entire income disappeared. You couldn’t ask the government to help them because the government was too busy protecting richer interests. So now it’s a winner take all entertainment world, but the truth is music was just the canary in the coal mine, it’s completely a winner take all world, from top to bottom. Good luck getting a good paying job if you’re over fifty. Service jobs don’t pay the bills. Meanwhile, we keep hearing about billionaires.

My sense of right and wrong has been inflamed. My radar has gone off. I don’t want to make the Democrats lose, but how are we supposed to mobilize voters when stuff like this happens? Could be the only way to lodge your protest is via voting. That’s a good reason to support Trump. And the Hillary acolytes will pooh-pooh it, and say it’s dumb, and against one’s interests, but that’s exactly why voters are going the other way, they’re sick and tired of being told what’s right by people who believe they’re better than they are, supporting false gods all the way.

We didn’t see this coming.

But a rising tide did not lift all boats.

And despite the public being unfamiliar with the details, they know how they feel…left out. And they’re sick and tired of those who don’t respect the rules being rewarded again and again and again.

I certainly am.

“Wigan’s Road to ‘Brexit’: Anger, Loss and Class Resentments”