This pretty much summed up the Republicans’ election of 2012… freaks, idiots and has-beens coming out to make asses of themselves for ol’ Mitt. I actually feel a little bit embarrassed for him. You know Mitt was on that stage thinking, “Well, this is the final nail in the coffin for me.” Classic stuff!
Woody Allen’s remembrance of Swedish filmmaking legend Ingmar Bergman, from a New York Times article, dated Aug. 12, 2007…
Got the news in Oviedo, a lovely little town in the north of Spain where I am shooting a movie, that Bergman had died. A phone message from a mutual friend was relayed to me on the set. Bergman once told me he didn’t want to die on a sunny day, and not having been there, I can only hope he got the flat weather all directors thrive on.
I’ve said it before to people who have a romanticized view of the artist and hold creation sacred: In the end, your art doesn’t save you. No matter what sublime works you fabricate (and Bergman gave us a menu of amazing movie masterpieces) they don’t shield you from the fateful knocking at the door that interrupted the knight and his friends at the end of The Seventh Seal. And so on a summer’s day, Bergman, the great cinematic poet of mortality, couldn’t prolong his own inevitable checkmate, and the finest filmmaker of my lifetime was gone.
I have joked about art being the intellectual’s Catholicism, that is, a wishful belief in an afterlife. Better than to live on in the hearts and minds of the public is to live on in one’s apartment, is how I put it. And certainly Bergman’s movies will live on and will be viewed at museums and on TV and sold on DVDs, but knowing him this was meager compensation, and I am sure he would have been only too glad to barter each one of his films for an additional year of life. This would have given him roughly 60 more birthdays to go on making movies; a remarkable creative output. And there’s no doubt in my mind that’s how he would have used the extra time, doing the one thing he loved above all else, turning out films. Read the rest of this entry »
I’m a modern man, a man for the millennium. Digital and smoke free. A diversified multi-cultural, post-modern deconstruction that is anatomically and ecologically incorrect. I’ve been up linked and downloaded, I’ve been inputted and outsourced, I know the upside of downsizing, I know the downside of upgrading. I’m a high-tech low-life. A cutting edge, state-of-the-art bi-coastal multi-tasker and I can give you a gigabyte in a nanosecond!
I’m new wave, but I’m old school and my inner child is outward bound. I’m a hot-wired, heat seeking, warm-hearted cool customer, voice activated and bio-degradable. I interface with my database, my database is in cyberspace, so I’m interactive, I’m hyperactive and from time to time I’m radioactive. Read the rest of this entry »
You motherfuckers oughta let me go and finish this motherfuckin album
Name of this track is called I dont want the motherfuckin chorus
Whatever all the arrangements are we gon go through
Fuck all the laws..
What the fuck was in your mind when you rapped on that track?
Who posessed you to do that? who programmed that shit sound wack
Unplug your mic
You motherfuckers rap under a bunch of fuckin hype
Programmed by the company, makin somethin cheap
Vocals sound like a nigga with no dough and a promo;
Makin asses out of yourselves, tryin to rap solo
Suck my dick when you see me; avoid because you wanna be me Read the rest of this entry »
A review from IndieWire, Sept. 20th of this year, by Eric Kohn, of Woody Allen’s new film…
With each new movie Woody Allen directs, it grows increasingly clear that leaving New York was the best decision he made in ages. Two years ago, Allen’s Vicky Cristina Barcelona freed the quintessentially neurotic comic from his out-of-touch depictions of American urbanity by letting Spanish flavor meld with the vibrancy of his speedy dialogue. Back on familiar turf with the Soho-based Whatever Works in 2009, Allen resorted to dated reference points and half-baked scenarios.
Abroad again with his latest venture, Read the rest of this entry »
Part 2 of this long-lost episode…see details for “Part 1″
This episode of the long-running classic British sitcom, which was the precursor to All in the Family (with Alf Garnett being the British Archie Bunker), originally aired Feb. 27, 1967 and was a satirical attack on anti-smut crusader Mary Whitehouse (the conservative scourge of Britain). It is believed that this episode (aka “Alf’s Dilemma”) is officially “lost” due to the BBC erasing over shows in the 1970s.
This posting is a tribute to Warren Mitchell, the man who played Alf Garnett, on & off, from the mid-1960s well into the 1990s. He passed away on Sept. 8, 2010 at the age of 2010.