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Monthly Archives: February 2010
It’s the last fire truck from hell
It feels like Saturday night.
Soldiering on
“Soldier of Love” is Sade’s best single since “No Ordinary Love,” and boasts the same virtue: it develops a metaphor musically. In the case of the latter, with an elongated guitar lick, at once raunchy and poised, that sliced through … Continue reading
Don’t worry about the government
In which the editors of Newsweek expose themselves as cretins. Apparently you’re a “terrorist” only if you’re Muslim or come from a country with which we’re at war, or, as the managing editor (!) avers without irony: Here is my … Continue reading
Singles 2/22
After a slow week, we return. A week later I’m prepared to say I overrated Angie Stone’s single, but am still very high on “Shine Blockas” and might have spoken too soon on Adam Lambert now that I’ve heard it … Continue reading
Heartburn: eighties film and its discontents
A.O. Scott’s essay on Meryl Streep inspires two questions: why did mainstream film in the eighties suck, and when did Streep suddenly get fun? As far as the latter goes, I don’t know; it’s one of the mysteries of acting. … Continue reading
Of martyrdom and legerdemain
A lot of reviews have compared Hunger to The Passion of Joan of Arc. It’s closer to Bresson’s A Man Escaped, as remade by a drama queen who lingers too long on shit smeared on prison walls so the audience … Continue reading
Ebert: “The Essential Man”
While I knew cancer cost Roger Ebert the ability to speak or eat properly, I’d no idea he looked so terrible. For all that, though, I applaud his bravery; let people see the ravages of cancer. But he still loves … Continue reading
Now the party’s over
Scott Woods and I finish our Roxy/Ferry chat, during which we weigh in on Bowie versus Ferry and the merits of David Buckley’s superb biography The Thrill of It All.
“Of COURSE we believe those things.”
Please, Mr. Obama, use sarcasm like this more often. Thanks.
Does the body rule the mind?
A few readable takes on Meat is Murder, the Smiths’ worst album. Drew Daniel of Matmos and sometime rock critic is particularly interesting. A certain kind of miserabilism is educational. Even when I was sixteen, clumsy, and shy (and closeted), … Continue reading
