And it’s built out of an old barbecue smoker! “It may smell like chicken,” the guy says, “but it’ll get the job done.” Hellz yes.
When I get paid, I’m gonna set up a new Skype In account, so I’ll be able to get phone calls whenever I’m in WiFi range. (A friend gave me his old Nokia e61i, and I’ve got Fring running on it, so I’ll get calls that way.) So if you have my GrandCentral number, you can call it and it’ll call my laptop or Nokia phone.
Short bio of Christopher Wren, who died on this day in 1723.
…or much of anything at all in the theater last year or this year, for that matter? (God, I know I saw something other than Cloverfield. I must have.)
This guy rants about how nobody saw these movies because people are saps who just want happy, happy, joy, joy all the time. I tend to agree in general. I like dark movies. I like depressing movies.
But I’m generally totally disinterested in movies like Juno, for the same reason I don’t read Daniel Clowes’ comics: I just don’t care about those kinds of stories. I don’t care about quirky teen moms. There’s no way that story’s going to resonate with me. Sorry. I’m sure it was funny. I’m sure you found it enchanting. Put on some Sufjan Stevens and tell your friends all about it. Maybe you’re too easily enchanted.
Sometimes it’s a beef with the way the story’s told, or who’s telling it: I absolutely despise the work of Paul Thomas Anderson. (Or P. Thomas Anderson, or P.T. Anderson, or whatever pretentious way he’s billing himself these days. How about just P. Thomas A. next time, big guy?) Boogie Nights was a pile of shit, and Punch-Drunk Love was one of the worst things I’ve ever seen committed to film. He’s only second to Todd Haynes on the list of people I wish worked on a garbage scow instead of making movies. He’s the reason I didn’t see There Will Be Blood.
And sometimes, I just don’t want to see depressing shit happening to people I’d rather piss on than engage in a conversation with. I like the Coen Brothers’ comedies a good deal, but I never liked Fargo at all and didn’t like Blood Simple much better and I sure as shit don’t want to see some retard with a Prince Valiant haircut murdering rednecks.
I like Edith Piaf and I like Marion Cotillard, and I had nothing in principle against La Vie En Rose, but I just couldn’t be arsed. Biopics about talented people who piss their lives away don’t much interest me, either. It’s why I didn’t see Control, even though I love Anton Corbijn. I know Ian Curtis’s story. I know about his shitty behavior and his pathetic suicide. I just don’t care to see it played out on screen.
Or at least, I don’t want to go and spend $15 to do so. (Ticket plus drink.) I’ll watch these movies on cable, maybe.
With the exception of Juno, all these movies just seemed ponderous and humorless and dreadful and depressing. You think I need the guy who wrote Magnolia to tell me how life sucks and people are evil and the world is fucked up? Got it, thanks. (I’m not even going into the Julian Schnabel movie about the paralyzed guy. Triumph of the human spirit? Great, fine, got that from the review. Don’t want to sit around trying not to snore for two hours while some poor fucker blinks at things.) Terrifying I can handle. Disturbing. Thought-provoking. I like these adjectives.
Dreary? Not so much.
I’m not looking for The Princess Diaries here. But life is shitty enough without hearing about it from some snide CalArts film school asshole.
I’m looking forward to Iron Man, The Dark Knight, Watchmen, Be Kind Rewind, Chaos Theory, whatever Gilliam does next.
You think that makes me ignorant of great cinema? Fuck you. Make some and maybe we’ll see. Stop playing with your dick and being mopey and bring on the Lawrence Of Arabia, Hollywood.
My free Sprint Ambassador account stopped working today. So I don’t have a phone. I don’t know when I’ll have one, either — chalk it up to depression, but at the moment I don’t really care. If you need to talk to me, I’m reachable by e-mail, the comments on this site, MySpace, Facebook, Skype, even IM if I remember to leave it open. (I hate IM, though. Hate it. Always have.)
If you absolutely need to be able to reach me via phone, use my Grand Central number, which will call my home phone.
Don’t have it? Check your email. If you don’t have it, I didn’t want you to have it. Or I didn’t have your email. If you really want it, email me and I’ll give it to you.
…and don’t really care. I haven’t seen any of the movies that everybody got boners over, like No Country For Old Men or There Will Be Blood. (I despise Paul Thomas Anderson’s movies, as a rule. And No Country just looked fucking depressing. Oh, and you’d be more likely to catch me at a screening of Hitler’s home movies than at a showing of Juno.)
But I am really glad that Marion Cotillard won the Best Actress. I’ve had a huge crush on her for years, and she’s an excellent actress and deserving of the recognition.
Go ‘head, girl. Now I just have to summon up the desire to watch your Edith Piaf biopic.
Jesus. What an asshole.
Futurism is fascizzle, my nizzle.
Haven’t seen this in maybe fifteen years. Extremely strange performance/dance/music piece from Lynch and Angelo Badalamenti. I don’t think this is even in print anymore, but worth checking out.
There is a tendency to use CPU power as a benchmark for technological progress. (“In 1960, a computer had X amount of cycles per second. In 2008, computers have Y amount. Wowee!”) As a blunt tool, this seems effective…but it seems to me that you can really measure progress in technology as an inverse function of the relative complexity of using any given device as a proxy for obtaining pornography.
So I’m kinda thinking, in the wake of the John Peel piece I linked earlier, about doing a music podcast. Nothing too cutting-edge — I don’t have the time to troll around MySpace and MOG looking for new music a whole lot — but just podcasts of stuff I like, old and new, themed maybe.
If I did, I’d probably do it like an actual radio show, not just a playlist, with me doing my Chris the DJ routine. (Side note: I actually used to be an on-air DJ at radio stations when I was in high school.) It’d only take me a couple of hours to put together, really, on a decidedly irregular basis.
My question is: if I took the time to put this together, would you find it useful or interesting? Hit me in the comments and let me know.