We are the cats inside. We are the cats who cannot walk alone, and for us there is only one place.
Saturday, April 30, 2011
William S. Burroughs: The Cat Inside
We are the cats inside. We are the cats who cannot walk alone, and for us there is only one place.
New Stuff: Fleet Foxes
I got their first album when I was in New York in 2008, I missed them live in concert, though. So here's their new album.
New Stuff: Public Image Ltd.
Although I already have the Metal Box, I thought I'd need PIL's second edition as well.
Monday, April 25, 2011
First Lines: Raphael Sabatini - Scaramouche
He was born with a gift of laughter and a sense that the world was mad.
Bless the Child (2000)
A silent six-year old believed to be autistic isactualy in constant communication with god, and a new-age self-healing guru wants to use her powers to benefit the return of Satan.
This supernatural horror story seems to want be more than just that and thus turns out to be much less.
Stigmata (1999)
A hairdresser is afflicted with the stigmata of Christ after acquiring a rosary formerly owned by a deceased Italian priest who himself suffered from the phenomena.
It has some moments, but basically this is all supernatural nonsense with hardly any cinematic appeal.
Fantastic Four (2005)
A group of astronauts gain superpowers after a cosmic radiation exposure and must use them to oppose the plans of their enemy, Doctor Victor Von Doom.
Entertaining, but not particularly inventive comic strip adaptation.
New Stuff: Get the Blessing
I saw one og their clips on German TV and chekced them out: an inventive jazzy rock band with 2 former members of Portishead.
Illustrator: Wilfried "Sätty" Podriech
http://assemblyman-eph.blogspot.com/2009/09/collages-of-wilfried-satty-podriech.html
Sunday, April 24, 2011
First Lines: John Hawkes - Second Skin
I will tell you in a few words who I am: lover of the hummingbird that darts to the flower beyond the rotted sill where my feet are propped; lover of bright needlepoint and the bright stitching fingers of humorless old ladies bent to their sweet and infamous designs; lover of parasols made from the same puffy stuff as a young girl's underdrawers; still lover of that small naval boat which somehow survived the distressing years of my life between her decks or in her pilothouse; and also lover of poor dear black Sonny, my mess boy, fellow victim and confidant, and of my wife and child. But most of all, lover of my harmless and sanguine self.
The Godfather (1972)
The aging patriarch of an organized crime dynasty transfers control of his clandestine empire to his reluctant son.
A flawless epic with mastery to be found in all parts, a true cinema classic.
Judas (2004) (TV)
The story of Jesus told from Judas Iscariot's point of view.
The laudable idea is a flawed by the limitations of a TV production and therefore is hardly convincing in bringing in a new insight.
The Devil and Daniel Johnston (2005)
Daniel Johnston, manic-depressive genius singer/songwriter/artist is revealed in this portrait of madness, creativity and love.
Wonderfully sensitive and insightful study of Johnston's life and music and how both are inseparably entwined.
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