It’s the same old S.O.S. but with brand new broken fortunes
The general busyness of the past few days has stripped away my motivation and energy the past few days. So in place of words, I’ll give you a picture taken at my workplace. Strange to think that I work at … Continue reading It’s the same old S.O.S. but with brand new broken fortunes
Jimmy’s guitar sound jealousies scream waiting at the lights know what I mean
A programming note style announcement that showed up on my Google Reader feed today got me thinking about one of my favorite television show promos ever: I hope this video stays on the Interweb forever. (Posted simultaneously to “Jelly-Town!”) Continue reading Jimmy’s guitar sound jealousies scream waiting at the lights know what I mean
Every time I stare into your big brown eyes I get paralyzed, paralyzed
I do understand the way that coffee can be seen absolutely everywhere. I found this elsewhere online, to give due credit. (Posted simultaneously to “Jelly-Town!”) Continue reading Every time I stare into your big brown eyes I get paralyzed, paralyzed
Top Fifty Films of the 90s — Number Forty-Two
#42 — Eyes Wide Shut (Stanley Kubrick, 1999) There are a few things that inform my viewing of Stanley Kubrick’s final film, and enhance my appreciate of it. Among these is surprising nugget that Kubrick loved the wonderfully goofy, willfully … Continue reading Top Fifty Films of the 90s — Number Forty-Two
One for Friday: Paul Westerberg, “Trumpet Clip”
I was in Memphis when Alex Chilton died. Most of what I knew of Alex Chilton started with Paul Westerberg and the Replacements. Before Westerberg was called upon to eulogize Chilton, he testified about him in song, supposing interstellar lineage as the proper explanation for his unique brand of coolness. This song arrived one album after an ill-fated attempt to have Chilton produce the Replacements’ major label debut, giving Westerberg the opportunity–and, in the opinion of the music journalists who were paying attention to this underappreciated corner of the sonic landscape, the obligation–to speak at length about the thwarted opportunity … Continue reading One for Friday: Paul Westerberg, “Trumpet Clip”
Trust me when I say I know the pathway to your heart
I don’t remember where I found this on the wide, worldy Web. I genuinely wish I could credit the benevolent soul who first uploaded it. Besides being a damn fine guitarist and a benevolent friend to sorrowful monsters, Peter Buck … Continue reading Trust me when I say I know the pathway to your heart
Demme, Hitchcock, Ramis, Scott, Wyler
Roman Holiday (William Wyler, 1953). It would take some dedicated hunting through Hollywood history to find another star turn that justifies hanging an entire film upon it as much as the one at the center of this lovely wisp of a romantic comedy. It’s really all about Audrey Hepburn and her swoon-inducing performance as a pampered princess who steals away from her privileged, cloistered world to indulge in a burst of freedom across the streets of Rome. She’s utterly charming in a guileless way, but it’s the levels of personality that she injects into the performance that really sell the … Continue reading Demme, Hitchcock, Ramis, Scott, Wyler
The Greatest Comic Book Panel of All Time
Opinions on the greatest comic book panel of all time undoubtedly vary, but my choice has been cemented for some time. It comes from the exemplary Godzilla #20, published with the cover date of March 1979, containing the story “Men and Monsters at the Metropolitan Museum!” written by Doug Moench, penciled by Herb Trimpe and inked by Dan Green. To provide some context, Godzilla has been pursued by mighty Marvel’s original quartet of super-powered do-gooders, the Fantastic Four, into a Manhattan museum. Partially shrunk to a size that’s a tad more manageable for a brawl, the king of the monsters … Continue reading The Greatest Comic Book Panel of All Time
Bad Movie Night — 2012/Knowing
My recent absence from our humble home for about a week necessitated a certain amount of ceremony in my last weekend, a weekend also notable for an uncommon lack of work. There were several enticing options, but few with as … Continue reading Bad Movie Night — 2012/Knowing
Top Fifty Films of the 90s — Number Forty-Three
#43 — American Dream (Barbara Kopple, 1990) Most modern documentaries have an intractable point of view. A filmmaker begins with a thesis and proceeds to gather evidence that bolsters the presented opinion, with divergent views pulled in only to be decisively … Continue reading Top Fifty Films of the 90s — Number Forty-Three
