What’s happening in this image?
The leftmost light bulb is exploding.
Why would it do that?
Perhaps it wanted to? It’s the suicidal counterpart to Gravity’s Rainbow‘s Byron?
Well then it simply overheated?
No. Please note that it hasn’t blinked out.
The problem with giving your audience what they want is that they don’t know what they want.
[You want to read the earlier installments, and we want to help you: Part 1, Part 2]
[Drumming our fingers on the tabletop, humming along to Debbie Gibson, we contemplated just walking out on our waitress, when Jeremy remembered a Payday he had in his pocket. Passing it back and forth, we resumed our conversation.]
Jeremy: All this work, and still no appetizers. So we might as well talk about Kenneth Branagh, as this feeling of weary emptiness reminds me so much of his films …
A D: I remember adoring his Dead Again. I saw it on VHS, not too long after it came out. I had to pause it halfway through, I got so excited. I was, I think, all of sixteen.
Back when I was in late grade school/early high school, every Friday night, my local PBS station would run two episodes of Star Trek: The Next Generation, plus one episode of the Original Series, all commercial free. In between ran episodes of Jack Horkheimer’s Star Hustler:
I’m not ashamed (now) to confess that, in those awkward adolescent years, this three-hour block of TV was the highlight of my week. (Yes, I was that kid, mad for Star Trek and astronomy.) Star Hustler is where I probably first heard Debussy’s Arabesque No. 1—and certainly where I first heard Isao Tomita’s electronic music. (And it’s also, along with Tom Carvel’s deranged ice cream cake commercials, probably where I first gained my love of cheap 1980s video art.)
RIP, Mr. Horkheimer, sir. Thanks to you, I’ll keep looking up.
[Update: 2010 is here] [and 2011 is here]
Here are my favorite new movies of 2009, like you care. I’m drawing from the films I saw in the theater this year, some of which were “officially” released a year or two ago. But they’re all new.
NOT one of my favorite films this year
…So, Mr. Cranky, what did you like?
Here’s a makeshift list for 09.
2009 was a great year for chapbooks. A couple of presses released multiple titles that I devoured such as BraveMenPress which released Janaka Stucky’s Your Name Is The Only Freedom, Chris Toneli’s No Theater, and Julia Cohen’s For The H In Ghost.