A few weeks ago I was flipping through the new issue of Artforum magazine, not because I enjoy it’s unbearably snotty academic tone regarding everything from Guston to finger-paint, but because it had an article on the recent new wave of French films, what they in turn called the New French Extremity. In a nutshell, with new filmmakers working ( Read more... )

Chastise, mock...STONE me if you must, but I actually wanted to go see JC Chasez at the House Of Blues Friday night. I didn't for a combination of reasons, the most pressing being that i didn't want to pay 40 bucks to see a has-been. I have seen him previously however, and the boy is not only hot, but has a package like "whoa ( Read more... )

So for the better part of almost 2 months, I’ve been dutifully joining my fellow Corporate Americans in the daily 9-5 grind. (8-4:30 in my case) Working at ER Moore, the world’s largest graduation cap and gown company, hasn’t exactly been a thrill and a half, but it has however gotten me back into the whole Waking Up In The Morning thing, and for ( Read more... )

So I just went to see “Dogville,” and to spare the people who have no interest in such things I’ll put my summed up thoughts right here at the beginning: It was ridiculous. A more detailed explanation follows ( Read more... )

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I’m going to give you all a reprieve: if you don’t care about the film “Dirty Harry” or it’s place in the context of the cultural landscape of the seventies, just skip this entry…for it will be as boring as watching paint dry, ants fuck, or any other metaphor used to equate boredom ( Read more... )

While reading “Middlesex” Sunday night, my mother comes into my room and asks in her most polite voice, “What are you doing tomorrow ( Read more... )

So last night we go to the Rufus Wainwright concert, which was great...then we decide to go to Berlin afterwards to shake off the vibe. Who walks into the joint? Rufus Wainwright ( Read more... )

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