I can’t imagine he had too may.
He birthed that twisted plain where Midwestern salty earth tangles for the souls and sweat and labor of it’s gypsy children who have run, with fragile hearts, towards the rugged grace of the West, of Hollywood, of pregnant sunshine and infinite childhood.
To the randy looker with feet firmly planted, Damn.
Friends, Family and Fans.
Here’s a look at my major motion picture debut. I’m the blob on the right, between those two bigger blobs. It’s from the ‘Changeling’ trailer. If you wish to receive my autograph to cherish while sipping a malted milkshake and listening to records, dizzily dreaming of seeing your own visage on the big screen one day, send a photo of this still, or any grade school portrait of myself to my Los Angeles residence.
supastar
Please enclose twenty dollars for processing and furtherance of my oeuvre.
Yours,
Prixdebeaute
Agee wrote late at night, for people to read late at night.
I see now, in light of my two previous posts, why bloggers write mostly of their own exploits.
It is easier.
Our natural human comportment dials in at self-centered. This hour, mine is registering Platonian Platonic levels of superhumandom.
And that is all.
Fuck. It’s looking more like I’m just unoriginal. There’s another video in the contest with my same theme, and this one’s got a lady in it. Did I not get the memo? Was every entry required to do an interrogation scenario? Seriously. I should’ve made one about cheese.
I entered a contest to win some money to go to film school so I could actually learn how to shoot and edit and propagate a new generation of womyn films. Yes, I wrote Y on purpose. Turns out, I am either totally unoriginal, or here’s hoping, my brain has been penetrated further than initially realized by predominant norms of male-centric film ideas, which is to say, there are three (at least) other dudes who made the same freakin thing as me. Fuck, fuckity, fuck fuck.
This is the first and last time I let someone talk me out of my initial gut instinct. In case anyone out there is interested, search for calma-sutra on you-tube, and for a great actor guy that resembles, in a handsome way, George W. Bush, waxing passionately about tea whilst under interrogation.
Sigh. It’s time for some more wine therapy.
Four reasons why THE DARK KNIGHT is a new kind of chick flick:
Christian Bale
Heath Ledger
Aaron Eckhart
Cillian Murphy
Bonus Points for Maggie Gyllenhaal
Before my crazy, accidental viewing of SUCH HAWKS, SUCH HOUNDS I had no idea that anything called Doom Rock, Desert Rock, and Stoner Rock existed. The music sounds like, actually doom, desert and stoner, melted down, with a lot of heavy bass, monk robes and cascading hair for flavor. This doc is not and should not be the definitive feature on the underground heavy rock scene. It is completely (but kind of lovingly) amateur, and rife with way too long music sequences, cheesy graphics and lighting best described as Cheez Whizian.
The thing that comes across so clearly, and judging by the beer belching enthusiasm from the audience, satisfyingly, is the passion of the depicted musicians for their music and their independence. In a world where nearly every genre and sub genre of music has mainstreamed, the desert rock scene remains wonderfully underground. The majority of the big names testified to the less than star like status of their day jobs. Housepainter, flower delivery man, prep-cook, these are the occupations of an artist keepin it real.
I would be interested to see a more focused film, possibly on one of the more engaging bands such as Pentagram. An analysis of vocalist Bobby Liebling’s hair alone could sustain a ninety minute film. Also worth further dissection is Sleep, creator of the seminole, 52 (post-editing!) minute track ‘Dopesmoker.’ This is the song that begat the terms Weedian and Hashishian and I could not be more grateful for their efforts. It is Awesome.
An event for this summer’s eve:
A documentary short on the influential Brazilian band Os Mutantes is playing at the Silent Movie Theater at 8pm tonight in the city of angels. Ricodinho has provided a brief history and quick crit of the band in his native tongue as well as a translation for us gringos. Snaps for Ricodinho!
Quando todos no Brasil estavam apaixonados pela bossa nova, e queriam ver e ouvir o trio banquinho, voz e violão, Os Mutantes vieram com suas fantasias, guitarras elétricas e sons pra lá de esquisitos. Enquanto a ditadura reprimia, censurava e prendia, Os Mutantes faziam seu rock e tomavam seus ácidos. O carisma de Rita Lee, a habilidade de Sérgio Dias na guitarra e as letras inspiradas de Arnaldo Batista foram aos poucos conquistando o público jovem, o adulto, o Brasil e o mundo. Até hoje, quase 30 anos depois da fim da banda, devido a separação amorosa de Arnaldo e Sérgio, Os Mutantes continuam conquistando fãs pelo mundo. Entre seus fãs mais famosos estão Beck, que nomeou seu álbum Mutations em homenagem aos Mutantes, e Kurt Cobain, que pediu para os Mutantes se reunirem e abrirem os shows do Nirvana no Brasil nos anos 80. Infelizmente, isso não aconteceu.
O filme do Jeff McCarthy é sério e correto sobre os fatos e envolvente dentro do idéia de que os mutantes viviam em um mundo a parte, animado, infantil e psicodélico. Enquanto o pau quebrava, e os militares batiam, os Mutantes tocavam e encantavam.
When everyone in Brazil was in love with the Bossa Nova, and wanted to see and listen to a trio of voices and acoustic guitars, the Os Mutantes showed up with their weird cotumes, eletric guitars and strange sounds. While dictatorship repressed, censored and arrested cultural liberties, Os Mutantes would play rock’n roll and take LSD. Rita Lee’s charisma, Sergio Dias’ skills playing the guitar, and Arnaldo Batista’s inspiring lyrics slowly conquered the youth, adults, Brazil and the world. Among their most famous fans are Beck, who named one of his albums “Mutations” after the Brazilian band, and Kurt Cobain, who asked the Mutantes to reunite and open Nirvana’s shows during a South America tour in the mid 80’s. Unfortunately, it didn’t happen.
Jeff McCarthy’s film is serious, factual and very evolved in the story telling. The Mutantes lived in a separate world, animated, childish and psychedelic. While the generals tortured, the Mutantes played and charmed.
Hateful being that a dude might direct the first Louise Brooks biopic. From louisebrooks.livejournal.com.
A Louise Brooks movie?
SHIRLEY MacLAINE has developed a script for a movie about the life of screen icon LOUISE BROOKS – and she wants to play the dancer in her latter years. The actress reveals filmmaker Martin Scorsese is interested in directing the movie.
She tells WENN, “I’ve written a script with Kathleen Tynan and it was a pretty good script. Martin Scorsese is interested in doing it. He took an option on the script, so that might happen.
“I’d love to be part of the film – I’d love to play Brooks in her later years, when she was living an isolated, hermit-like existence in upstate New York.”
I know the dude is Scorsese but geez, of all the stories in the filmosphere, this one needs to be directed by a woman. He’s overrated anyway.
