Monthly Archives: November 2007

One of the most hilarious tell-all’s I’ve ever read. Yetnikoff, to his credit, doesn’t seem to regret a thing.

I’m Not There forces Breihan to throw his hands in the air. Although he’s certainly right that in Haynes’ film the music enforces the Dylan mythos instead of being an end in itself, I’m not sure you can dismiss Dylan’s … Continue reading →

To honor I’m Not There, which I saw yesterday, here’s a great, rare live performance. Thin, wiry, at the verge of implosion like Entertainment-era Gang of Four, it’s one of the best of his I’ve seen:

I admire Marcello Carlin because he writes posts as if they were paid magazine articles. Then, on the couple of occasions when as an editor I solicited material from him, he delights me with submissions that suffers no loss of … Continue reading →

Kelly McDonald’s delicately shaded pathos lets the air into the vacuum chamber of the Coens’ adaptation of No Country For Old Men. By filming most of McDonald’s last scene off-camera, they actually improve on the novel; sketching a character’s loss … Continue reading →

Lily Bart killed herself! According to a Charles McGrath story in today’s New York Times, a letter written by Edith Wharton to Dr. Francis Kinnicutt, “a well-known society doctor who specialized in the mental ailments of the well-to-do,” supposedly reveals … Continue reading →

As astonishing as James Murphy and Pat Mahoney’s Fabriclive comp is, I think Murphy and his boys have surpassed a lot of this source material on their own records.

The appearance of Harry Dean Stanton in Alpha Dog is its most surreal moment. He has a scene in the first third in which he rasps some rutting-goat pussy talk to the Johnny Truelove character on a baseball field that … Continue reading →

From The Armies of the Night, his essay-novel about the 1967 anti-war rallies, in which he resorts to every bit of skullduggery to get himself arrested: …Mailer finally came to decide that his love for his wife while not at … Continue reading →

From The Armies of the Night, his essay-novel about the 1967 anti-war rallies, in which he resorts to every bit of skullduggery to get himself arrested: …Mailer finally came to decide that his love for his wife while not at … Continue reading →

I’ll be back tomorrow after I’ve purged my system of birthday impurities.

Matos has a wonderful post about his experience watching The Piano Teacher. When I saw it in 2002 it spooked me in ways that movies rarely do, and for months afterwards I wondered whether Michael Haneke’s immersion in masochism obscured … Continue reading →