Clapton, Page, Iommi and a few other guitarists have truly made me feel horrendous for being cursed with stubby fingers. As for Mark Knopfler, he was never a guitar god to me. At best, he was a gentle gargoyle who made pop rock songs that could have helped Michael in his quest to rock. Their [...]
Archive for October, 2009
Mostly fun, but a little blood never hurt anyone
Posted in sound, tagged All I Need, Archie Bronson Outfit, Cherry Blossom Girl, Clapton, Dart For My Sweetheart, French electronic duo Air, garage pop, Iommi, Junkie Doll, Kelly Watch The Stars, La Femme d'Argent, Mark Knopfler, Page, Pharoahe Monch, playground love, Public Enemy, Sailing to Philadelphia album, Sexy Boy, sofia coppola, sweet YouTube fame, Troy Donald Jamerson, virgin suicides, Welcome To The Terrordome on October 27, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Movie review: Hey, hey, do the zombie stomp
Posted in film, tagged 28 Days Later, 28 Weeks Later, Abigail Breslin, Bee Girl. Woody Harrelson, Bill Murray, Emma Stone, George Romero film, George Romero remakes, history of violence, I Am Legend, Jesse Eisenberg, Ruben Fleischer, Shaun Of The Dead, Simon Peg, zombie apocalypse, Zombieland, Zombieland movie review, zombies on October 20, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Zombieland: Zombies used to be funny because they weren’t really scary. Nobody ever appreciated a George Romero film during the Seventies because it frightened them. You’d have to be the in-bred child of a hysterical Jellyfish and an agoraphobic Pomeranian to actually fear those zombies. By the time Nineties hit, zombies had become more efficient. [...]
Eight heinous crimes against cinema and humanity: Oscar edition
Posted in film, tagged american beauty, Apocalypse Now, Braveheart, Chris Cooper, clint eastwood, crash, Dallas Roberts, David Lynch’s Elephant Man, ET sucks, Gabriel Byrne, Hilary Swank, Hotel California, Jonas Pate’s film, Kaiser Soze, Kevin Spacey, Mel Gibson screaming freedom, Million Dollar Baby, Nobel Peace Prize, Ordinary People, Oscar 1980, Oscar Best Screenplay, Paul Haggis, peter weir, Peter Weir’s Dead Poet’s Society, Robert Redford, Robin Williams, Saving Private Ryan sucks, Scent Of A Woman, Scorcese’s Raging Bull, Seven, Shakespeare's A Midsummer Night's Dream, Shrink, Tony Montana, transcendentalism on October 16, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Million Dollar Baby: I hate the second and third sections of Hotel California. Don Henley and the gang hardly do anything to break up the monotony of the rhythm that gets tiring after 2 minutes. When the song eventually does take a turn, it is in the form of THE lamest solo ever. Clint Eastwood [...]
Movie review: Demented women, soul music and a crazy little thing called life
Posted in film, tagged 24 Hour Party People, Alan Parker, Alpha Dog, Anthony Anderson, Bernie Mac, Birdy, Bloody Disgusting, Blow, Borderland, Briar Patch, Charlie Trepany, Colm Meamy, Dave Chappelle, Eben McGarr, independent horror films, indie filmmaking, Izzy Shea, Jangle Leg, John McGarr, Joseph McKelheer, Katt Williams, Leslie Andrews, life, Mackenzie Firgens, Michael Winterbottom, Midnight Express, Miguel Núnez, Mitchell Altieri, Nick Cassavetes, Obba Babatunde, Phil Flores, Roddy Doyle, Samuel Child, Sick Girl, Sick Girl movie, Ted Demme, The Butcher Brothers, The Commitments band, The Commitments movie, The Hamiltons, torture porn, Zev Berman on October 6, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Life: I’m neither a fan of Eddie Murphy nor Martin Lawrence. Give me Katt Williams, Anthony Anderson or Dave Chappelle any day of the week. Thankfully, director Ted Demme’s Life doesn’t aspire to be one of those bid-budget comedies, it just happens to find irreverent humour in tragic situations. Eddie and Martin excel in their [...]
Twice upon a time
Posted in meet the people, sound, tagged saul williams, sounds from a town i love, twice the first time, Woody Allen on October 1, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
…and as heartbeats bring percussions
fallen trees bring repercussions
cities play upon our souls like broken drums
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As if the heart were not enough by The Scholar
Review of Sounds From A Town I Love by Seventh Art
