No new stuff yet, but the urge to blog... rising. Until then, some shout-outs to the film geeks out there that make it all worthwhile:
Again, if you haven't checked out Martin's No Matter. Try Again. Fail Again. Fail Better., do so. He's tearing shit up, and giving good marks to a Cassavetes film. Kza approves. Oh, and why not see what Christine's been drawing, while you're there?
Start spreading the news... Cineblog is back, baby. And I'm not posting the link just because Greg has been kindly carting my fat ass downtown and back for several weeks to see Michael Powell movies.
Scott Black's day for night has gone through more iterations than Doctor Who, but that's what makes him so lovable. And if you're a movie, you'd best bring it, cuz the man is tough.
Dread Pirate Steve Carlson has forgotten more about grimy cult movies and trashy sexploitation flicks then you've even tried to remember, beeyotch. Find out just how much over at The Ongoing Cinematic Education of Steven Carlson.
I've searched for years for the filth in Matt Lotti's film.sm.to, but no luck. Stay for the reviews, tho; there's at least one guaranteed to make you scream in frustration. That's the man's brilliance.
Socialretard: player of pool, death metal enthusiast, and his music-fu is unstoppable. He's also realized that Film Lovers Are Sick People.
The mysterious Quack Corleone made an offer I couldn't refuse: read his(?) thoughtful film criticism at The Duck Mafia or find a swan head in my bed.
When Luke isn't constantly updating the eclectic popthoughts, he's organizing movie clubs, writing printworthy record reviews, and composing list after list. Fuckin' slacker.
Finally, a list like this isn't complete without the King of Lists, Jim Biancolo, inventor of Listology, the real Friendster, far as I'm concerned. If you've never been, go. Keep on rockin', Jim.
ALSO!!!
I've probably forgotten to mention a lot of people, but it would be criminal to not mention Stennie, Queen of Turner Classic Movies. Well, TCM doesn't have a queen, but they should, dammit. If it's in black and white -- hell, even if it isn't -- she's probably seen it.
Where we saw it: general | We deign to rate it: outta 100My pool-playing death metal-loving ass is coming to your town in May. We got our plane tickets because they're dirt cheap right now. 5/21-5/29 are the dates. I hope there's a lot of good stuff during the first 10 days of the fest.
Posted by: socialretard at February 22, 2005 11:27 AMAwesome! Can't wait to meet you!
Holy shit, I better get some money together... SIFF always hits when I least expect it.
Posted by: kza at February 22, 2005 11:30 AMIf only I had some to cart my fat ass around town to see movies. A man can dream...
Posted by: Scott at February 22, 2005 06:19 PMEr, yeah, make that someone. Duh. :-)
Posted by: Scott at February 22, 2005 06:20 PMWow, you're too kind, thanks!
Posted by: Jim Biancolo at February 23, 2005 06:33 AM... with PR people like you Kent, it's no wonder I can't get no respect around here. Sheesh!
;-)
Hee. Kent -- He's Here To Help.
But if it's any consolation, the only other critic who could make me react the same way (doesn't anymore, alas) is Rosenbaum. And my luv of Rsenbaum know no limit.
Posted by: kza at February 24, 2005 12:54 PMJust you wait until you see how the Dread Tired Steve puts that knowledge to use. The world (unseen) will tremble! MWAHAHAHAHAHA!
Seriously, though, thanks for the shout-out. Is Wu-Tang still for the children? :-)
Posted by: Steve at February 26, 2005 08:45 PM