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 [...]
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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 »
Stop to kill the roses
Posted in personal, tagged bleed, kill, life, people, roses on July 19, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
The potency of people’s peculiarities is often tipped with enough poison to send the Tin Man scurrying to the nearest psychiatrist. Some of them may seem cute to delightfully callous observers. Of course, the vilest of things can look digestible when looked at from a considerable distance. So I decided to kick back and generally [...]
Fuck you, but have a nice day
Posted in personal, tagged happiness, life, tragedy on July 11, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Life is made up of tiny things, which turn murderous when questioned. The trick, my enlightened friends say, is to ignore life’s tragedies.
According to them, the key to happiness lies in a person’s ability to close his eyes and bend over.
Gee whiz guys … Thanks a fucking lot but if I wanted to have selective [...]
Murder, she drew
Posted in art, tagged art, expression, life on July 3, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
They say, every act of murder can be a work of art. The moment in which life gets separated from the body, they say, symbolizes transition. This sort of art transcends all mediocre forms of expression. At least, that’s what they say.
