Them gasoline boys downtown sure talk gritty
To check my current facility with sentence structure and grammar and junk like that today, you’ll need to look elsewhere. Continue reading Them gasoline boys downtown sure talk gritty
To check my current facility with sentence structure and grammar and junk like that today, you’ll need to look elsewhere. Continue reading Them gasoline boys downtown sure talk gritty
Danny Boyle makes the worst movies that I kinda like. 127 Hours is drawn from the actual experience of Aron Ralston, an outdoors enthusiast who gained fame in 2003 when a solo excursion to Utah’s Bluejohn Canyon went awry, leaving … Continue reading When all the fires are fanned, when we’re shucking our plans, when we’re too weak to stand on our two feet
What do you you say about a twenty-six-year-old girl with a terminal illness? That she’s beautiful and brilliant? That she loves Liz Phair and Polaroids, video cameras and Jake Gyllenhaal? In Love and Other Drugs, Anne Hathaway plays Maggie Murdock, … Continue reading One day things will be much better but I don’t really want to write another verse
I have a whole jumble of words available for your reading pleasure today. Bu they’re located elsewhere. Continue reading Be still and know, be very, very wise, be sure and go when you know time is right
Very few words here. A lot of words elsewhere. Continue reading If you could be anything you want I bet you’d be disappointed, am I right?
Today you will want to look elsewhere for a conglomeration of my words. Continue reading Away up on a hill there’d be so much to kill
Never Let Me Go is built upon some fairly commonplace themes. Unrequited love, the pains of growing up, the burden carried by the underclass all get an airing in the film. At times it feels very conventional, very plain. It … Continue reading Your footprints still they are in the sand, everything else washed away
Today, kind friend, I will direct you elsewhere for an example of my word putting together skills. Continue reading Though to say we got much hope, if I am lost it’s only for a little while
Lolita (Stanley Kubrick, 1962). Vladimir Nabokov’s novel was less than ten years old when Stanley Kubrick took a swing at it, so he was working with a best-selling sensation instead of a revered part of the canon. That–combined with the significant detail that he was Stanley Kubrick and he plainly did want he wanted–gives the director great latitude in his adaptation. Nabokov himself is the credited screenwriter, but much of that material was jettisoned by Kubrick on the way to making his own distinct, darkly comic work. James Mason is marvelous as Professor Humbert Humbert, the man who becomes smitten … Continue reading Altman, Clements and Musker, Gordon (and others), Kubrick, Weir
Today is a good day to look elsewhere for my flowery words. Continue reading Boxing’s been good to me, Howard