…and it’s rated G.
When I was 17, Wild At Heart was the shit. Tonight, mumbling on in the background, it’s unwatchable. To think of the 90’s retro-robot awfulness that this thing inspired. I can’t. Intense? Fucked-Up? Yeah, alright. UFO or Bigfoot documentary NOW please!!!!
Ok, I like Blue Velvet.
But that’s it.
Who out there has seen a little Brit-Caper called The Hard Word? Not bad!! Could have been baaaaaaaaaaaaaaad!!
Here’s the next ,and possibly last, installment of the SXSW table that I sat behind.
From Craigslist “Missed Connections” re: last weekend’s Pitchfork Festival:
Green-eyed girl standing behind me during Grizzly Bear at Pitchfork - m4w - 22
Reply to: pers-374122413@craigslist.org
Date: 2007-07-14, 10:42PM CDT
I’ve never done a missed connection before, but the vast amount of unthinking masses at Pitchfork, in their rush to see Battles, removed my position away from your proximity this fine Saturday afternoon.
You had spectacular green eyes, and a kind face. You were with what i supposed to be a group of your friends. I was wearing cuffed-up jeans, a black t-shirt, and a white/black biking cap, i also have a beard that i’m working on. Unfortunately, my physical description does not really seperate me from many of my peers at this festival, but perhaps you will remember we did that thing where eye contact is briefly made then averted; and the process again repeated.
I’ll be there tomorrow, Sunday; and i live in Chicago . I’m not a creep, i swear.
Monday, July 16th, is the first Monday in ages that hasn’t carried a deadline of some sort. Though I should be working on one of my running projects/book….things, or a deadline that falls a little later in the week, I elected to spend the afternoon with cable TV. Here’s the timeline:
1. The last 20 minutes of McVigar, a movie I’ve never seen (should have, tho).
2. Most of Dreamscape, a movie that terrified me as a child. This is one of the first movies to be rated PG-13. It could have easily been R-rated. The only hilarious aspect, at this point, is that it co-starred the poor-man’s Sean Penn, David Patrick Kelly. It’s possible that he never played anything but a villain. He was pushed from a cliff in Commando.
3. Took a nap. Read the latest issue of The Oxford American. Well, some of it.
4. Watched a couple of MSNBC doc shows, on of which was based in Memphis.
5. Toggled between 60 Minutes and Spike’s CSI.
6. Oh, a partial viewing of Roadhouse, a movie that I’ve seen 1,982 times, fit in somewhere.
7. Started the new Big Love, but switched over to Dog Day Afternoon, another movie that I’ve seen 1,982 times.
8. On to Entourage (a show that I always enjoy, despite….IT).
9. This is my third episode, out of six or so, of Flight of the Conchords. I’m not in the mood today, or of writerly capacity, today to give a readable, detailed criticism of this show. Don’t expect any of that.
A. Eight years ago, Beck did that faux-R&B, white boy falsetto crooning that hipsters find so amusing. When real live black people, like R. Kelly (current) or Luther Vandross (dead), do ballads, white people (including myself, but less so these days), find it amusing. This version is an 11th over dumb down. Some half-decent lines…yes. Otherwise, this show is not winning me over. I love how these two are portrayed as loveless losers, but they’re obviously super hot chick magnets. I detect a little too much nudge-nudge hipster humor (see Aziz’s Books on Tape short film) - all “that looks like a party I’ve been to” and no solid jokes.