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Nothing says, “I Love The Seventies!” quite like this photo of Vincent Gallo, which was sent to me this morning by some dude I know, whom I believe secretly wishes to be Vincent Gallo. Which reminds me, I finally saw The Brown Bunny last summer and it’s definitely worth adding to your Netflix queue, not only for its great Gordon-Lightfoot-song-including soundtrack, but also for the chance to see Vincent Gallo’s junk, which is quite impressive.
Back in March of last year, my friend and fellow rock journalist, Nicole, phoned me up to read me an ad she’d just seen somewhere on line. “You’ll never believe this,” she says to me – which is what she always says when she’s about to hip me to something that’s totally ridiculous. “Rolling Stone is looking for writers just out of college to intern at the magazine for some stupid Reality TV Show!
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Ask Me What Happened to that 11 x1 4 Framed Halftone of Green Gartside
So, I’m fast asleep in my bed when I am awakened by a loud crash/bang/boom which I immediately identify with some kind of commotion (i.e. loud, drunken assholes who have no sense of consideration for sleeping people) going on between the front door of the building and the stairs…because that’s the wall my bed is up against. Continue reading Smash It Up
As my first interview ever, Gail made me feel totally comfortable and at ease with the whole process. Her pleasantness and warm spirit was a pleasure to work with. I look forward to another meeting.
The Stuff That Nightmares Are Made Of
When you plan a trip to your local movie theater, do you secretly wish to find an arty, foreign language film that manages to combine elements of Through The Looking Glass with Saw, while also giving you a Reader’s Digest condensed peek at life in rural Spain during Franco’s fascist regime? If so, I’m happy to tell you that all of your cinematic fantasies have come true with a film I just saw yesterday call Pan’s Labyrinth. This movie may be about the dark, reality-blurring adventures of a lonely, freaked-out ten year old girl named Ofelia but, trust me, it’s not for children. Unless you’re one of those deranged parents who think it’s appropriate to take your eight year old to see Hostel, in which case, pack up the whole brood!
When you see this Dude, Get Ready for Some Fucked Up Shit to Go Down
My favorite part of Pan’s Labyrinth was when Ofelia drew a door on her bedroom wall with some chalk and pushed her way through to the banquet room of The Pale Man, who she has to sneak by in order to steal, I don’t know, some kind of thing that’s behind a locked compartment. Honestly, I wasn’t paying that close of attention. I was too absorbed in trying to figure out what the fuck was up with this naked, fleshy creature seated before a huge, sumptuous feast with his eyeballs on a plate in front of him. Hardcore!
Pan’s Labyrinth is directed by Guillermo Del Toro, the same guy who did cool films like HellBoy and Chronos, so if you liked those films go see it and then write me an email and let me know how much you think it rocked.