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June 23, 2006
Cowboys moving to L.A.
After homo-sex on colt 45 (known to miss its 5th shot by 5 degrees from zero-in, what could be more allusive than a western when it comes to the gun?) cowboys are moving to the San Fernando Valley (L.A.) for some straight time with the girl. The trailer for Down in the Valley is available here. Don't need to point how close this is to O.C., with an obvious avalanche of Oscar nominees. An hilarious movie, I do take my laughings seriously but then is the gay market saturated already?
Say Uncle is a comedy dangerously playing on the edge with the child molester's role to which missing Straysand would positively add. The outraged community screams if anything. Trailer here. Good sign or last season's revival already?
The King (by ThinkFilm, Official selection to Cannes 2005, Un Certain Regard) is an interesting pot hold together by huge performer William Hurt as the father-pastor of just-relesed-seaman Gael Garcia Bernard. The father, literally, wants nothing to do with you. Consequences are enticing. And Hurt's mumblings are a joy to go thru.
The War Tapes is being sold as very touching, very real. Following the likes of Black Hawk Down TWT is one of the most boring war document I have seen in years with a kamikaze booming every 10 minutes and the regular backlash on GWB. What new this says about Iraq or even the daily life of troops there is mystery.
Glory, Glamour and Controvery is the salt in Once in a Lifetime, the story of the NYC Cosmos, the first US soccer team. A look back into the greedy 70's and the polished face of Henry Kissinger all over the silver screen, Pele' and Giorgio Chinaglia. An enjoyable documentary detailing the US public on the surroundings of a new type of stardom, one alien and destined to implosion.
Directed by Patrick Stettner The Night Listener is a psychological thriller based on the bestselling novel by Armistead Maupin. Revolves around a celebrated writer and popular late-night radio show host, Gabriel Noone (Robin Williams), who develops an intense phone relationship with a young listener named Pete (Rory Culkin) and his adopted mother (Toni Collette). The downward spiral is driven by questions on a boy's identity and is all to enjoy in its frightening geometrical precision and progression. Another excellent performance by aging-well Robin Williams. Trailer here.
New England's smalltown's mysteries The Wicker Man is the jam Nick Cage is sticking with this time and it is not a pleasant. After the excellent Man of War Cage had so many options back in business and he nodded the worst. This is a pity of a movie, hi-res scary trailer here.
To leave on a black note The Descent is a copycat for girls only of Alien One. Being marketed as the best horror-thriller since Alien the pot is plain but generously gore, claustrophobic, with a good script and sound-effects from better-than-average hardcore porn. Bring a girlfriend.
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June 22, 2006
The 21st album
In 1982 Sonic Youth recorder their first album with same name for Neutral.
Few days ago, Rather Ripped, their 21st album was released in Europe, a week after the US release on the 13rd of June.
The whole album is available for streaming on their website, or:
Reena
Incinerate
Do You Believe in Rapture?
Sleepin' Around
What A Waste
Jums Run Free
Rats
Turquoise Boy
Lights Out
The Neutral
Pink Steam
Or
The most accomplished and mature album Sonic Youth have done in years and a muscular candidate to best of 2006.
- To those asking about growing hemp here in Italy: no, it's a crime. (That's marijuana by the way. The fact that George Washington was growing it in the backyard won't make you skip our procedurals, which is jail and a few good lawyers to get you on the loose again :) -
Hasta (Over)
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June 11, 2006
porn-sellsell-porn
Going thru banging my head on the CSS'ed Coruscus out presumably July and kid's anniversary and thru Sonic Youth's A Thousand Leaves, right before they got their equip stolen at CBGB's NYC 2004, just learned the planet has got a quick satellite upgrade by 2 units, not one, and wikiCalc was released in beta form today.
My Sony-Ericsson "bigboy" ear appendix got crushed (finally) in 4 distinct pieces, with keys still lighting blue up to the faraway LC display via the Bluetooth survivor. I have been looking for a replacement for this bulk for a year. I did not want to get too deep with another Sony nor with the heavy and thick Razor V3x, so I gently declined for the original V3, black, 199 on the pocket. We already ripe on a 8MP Nikon camera that holds the job outstandingly and a variety of iPods. Moto has made the Razor a family, why not ridding of the camera a mystery. It lies blackly on the bamboo tap now sucking electrons out of mother cable, claiming 90 grams barely with the prominent logo god knows why Moto wanted boobs in their logo. But I like boobs... and nipples... actually what happened to nipples in the USA? Support and extend the_nipple_project
Linzie Hunter asked me to add pics of my desktop to her new blog-adventure but I'm such a mess right now I dare not to unravel in public. A slimming device, 76 pounds exactly and a wheel lies in the entry waiting for me to unfold manual and learn. That's what I'll send her and excuses.
Salad, sweet Taleggio and beer over Geogaddi, Boards of Canada, work for the evening short just before a shot of Johnny Rotten. Descript-o-logy, which I apparently excel at, keeps me away from eye contact as an archeologist, observation prevents contact, encrypts reality in a convenient scheme, deconstruction is lovable down to signature and sign, single rip and gesture and game.
This website advertises apparel with hardcore porn video. It's a serious job, good photo and good art direction but then again maybe we're growing old and lack the balls to go unabashed the way they do. These days ipods, DRM and certain types of free thinking are taboos, alcohol and sex are collateral.
Ripley once told me we are expendable.
But then again, maybe she was wrong.
Except, she never was.
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June 08, 2006
Poetry takes time, we know that.
Poetry takes time, we know that.
Music (pop, puff) takes sometimes even more time.
On July 20th, 2005 I posted (under Creative Commons) the following post as part of Dead Engine. The plan was to have UnderWave, a local band, use the lyric for a song of theirs. I'm happy to report they finally did it and the track is now in the wild.
It is here
I like their blend of early Smith with moderately polished Velvet Underground. Can't complain about the English as that's possibly the best you can get around here - Amen.
Poetry takes time, we know that.
But sometimes poetry knocks down early. So it is for Sara Carothers, which first and only piece is here. I read and read this piece and how can I believe this is coming from a 17 years old? Would you? So I asked her. And she sent me 6 unpublished pieces. Sara is on PixArtisan. In a few more days.
In 10 or so years nothing called literature has surprised me more than these 6 little poems of her.
Poetry takes time. Sometimes doesn't.
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