Over the past couple years one of my favorite things about the summer has been when Woody Allen releases his latest flick. It all started with Match Point in 2005 (which was released in the winter but I spent all summer watching it over and over again on DVD,) then Scoop in '06, and Vicky Christina Barcelona, last year. While they all haven't been as amazing as Match Point they've all had plenty to offer, full of Woody's charm and shot in Europe. Whatever Works is his first New York based film since 2004's Melinda & Melinda, & stars Larry David & Evan Rachel Wood whick looks cute & quirky, but I can't wait for him to shoot in London again.
Friday, May 29, 2009
"off off, off with your head...dance dance dance til your dead..."
"Heads will roll, heads will roll, heads will roll on the floor!"
The lines mentioned in the title alone have always been my philosophy when it came to dance, I'm glad Karen, Nick & Brian could vocalize it for me. Have a great weekend everybody!
Thursday, May 28, 2009
please take a moment to Rock the F out to - Ebony Bones
Many comparisons have been made to M.I.A & Santigold, but Ebony Bones is a musical amalgam all her own. Sadly the audio for the live shows isn't too great and the vocals aren't as audible as I'd like, but the band is kickin, & so darn awesome it's bareable. Plus the titles of her songs are so damn cheekishly charming & simply silly you can't help be entertained by the Ms. Bones who has described herself as "Harry Potter with a vagina," she's officially my new favorite British Badass.
Don't Fart on My Heart
We Know All About You
Kissing The Wrong Boots (Live)
I'm Your Future Ex-Wife (Live)
Like Harry Potter with a Vagina (Live)
The Muzik
Don't Fart on My Heart
We Know All About You
Kissing The Wrong Boots (Live)
I'm Your Future Ex-Wife (Live)
Like Harry Potter with a Vagina (Live)
The Muzik
"Having A Coke With You"
Having A Coke With You
is even more fun than going to San Sebastian, Irún, Hendaye, Biarritz, Bayonne
or being sick to my stomach on the Travesera de Gracia in Barcelona
partly because in your orange shirt you look like a better happier St. Sebastian
partly because of my love for you, partly because of your love for yoghurt
partly because of the fluorescent orange tulips around the birches
partly because of the secrecy our smiles take on before people and statuary
it is hard to believe when I’m with you that there can be anything as still
as solemn as unpleasantly definitive as statuary when right in front of it
in the warm New York 4 o’clock light we are drifting back and forth
between each other like a tree breathing through its spectacles
and the portrait show seems to have no faces in it at all, just paint
you suddenly wonder why in the world anyone ever did them
I look at you and I would rather look at you than all the portraits in the world
except possibly for the Polish Rider occasionally and anyway it’s in the Frick
which thank heavens you haven’t gone to yet so we can go together the first time
and the fact that you move so beautifully more or less takes care of Futurism
just as at home I never think of the Nude Descending a Staircase or
at a rehearsal a single drawing of Leonardo or Michelangelo that used to wow me
and what good does all the research of the Impressionists do them
when they never got the right person to stand near the tree when the sun sank
or for that matter Marino Marini when he didn’t pick the rider as carefully
as the horse
it seems they were all cheated of some marvellous experience
which is not going to go wasted
or being sick to my stomach on the Travesera de Gracia in Barcelona
partly because in your orange shirt you look like a better happier St. Sebastian
partly because of my love for you, partly because of your love for yoghurt
partly because of the fluorescent orange tulips around the birches
partly because of the secrecy our smiles take on before people and statuary
it is hard to believe when I’m with you that there can be anything as still
as solemn as unpleasantly definitive as statuary when right in front of it
in the warm New York 4 o’clock light we are drifting back and forth
between each other like a tree breathing through its spectacles
and the portrait show seems to have no faces in it at all, just paint
you suddenly wonder why in the world anyone ever did them
I look at you and I would rather look at you than all the portraits in the world
except possibly for the Polish Rider occasionally and anyway it’s in the Frick
which thank heavens you haven’t gone to yet so we can go together the first time
and the fact that you move so beautifully more or less takes care of Futurism
just as at home I never think of the Nude Descending a Staircase or
at a rehearsal a single drawing of Leonardo or Michelangelo that used to wow me
and what good does all the research of the Impressionists do them
when they never got the right person to stand near the tree when the sun sank
or for that matter Marino Marini when he didn’t pick the rider as carefully
as the horse
it seems they were all cheated of some marvellous experience
which is not going to go wasted
-Frank O Hara
"I can't believe my dick barfed that much..."
Aziz Ansari is performing at The Miami Improv this weekend & I'm thinking of cheching it out since I dig his schtick. Though after watching this video, I feel like staying in and having an Arrested Development marathon, just to bask in the glory that is Will Arnett as GOB.
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
trailer trash - Antichrist
Lars von Trier is a a brilliant director, but an artist that evokes conflicting emotions out of anyone familiar with his work, I highly recommend Dancer in the Dark (the movie which Björk was nominated for a best song Oscar & wore that swan outfit to the show) & Dogville starring Nicole Kidman, to get an idea of his dark avante-garde style. His latest film Antichrist is described as:
"a psychological thriller that evolves into a horror film". Then there's that dispiriting official blurb. "A grieving couple retreat to 'Eden', their isolated cabin in the woods, where they hope to repair their broken hearts and troubled marriage," it reads. "But nature takes its course and things go from bad to worse ... "
The 'worse' is in reference to the much talked about genital mutilation that occurs at the hands of Charlotte Gainsbourg (Serge's daughter) who happened to win the Best Actress Award at Cannes on Sunday for her role in Antichrist. I most likely will not be seeing this movie in theatres, but am certainly intrigued by it and the polarizing responses it's generated & Von Trier's claims that he's "the best film director in the world."
Lars von Trier's Antichrist - Official Trailer from Zentropa on Vimeo.
"A Passer By"
À une passante
La rue assourdissante autour de moi hurlait.
Longue, mince, en grand deuil, douleur majestueuse,
Une femme passa, d'une main fastueuse
Soulevant, balançant le feston et l'ourlet;
Agile et noble, avec sa jambe de statue.
Moi, je buvais, crispé comme un extravagant,
Dans son oeil, ciel livide où germe l'ouragan,
La douceur qui fascine et le plaisir qui tue.
Un éclair... puis la nuit! — Fugitive beauté
Dont le regard m'a fait soudainement renaître,
Ne te verrai-je plus que dans l'éternité?
Ailleurs, bien loin d'ici! trop tard! jamais peut-être!
Car j'ignore où tu fuis, tu ne sais où je vais,
Ô toi que j'eusse aimée, ô toi qui le savais!
— Charles Baudelaire
To a Passer-By
The street about me roared with a deafening sound.
Tall, slender, in heavy mourning, majestic grief,
A woman passed, with a glittering hand
Raising, swinging the hem and flounces of her skirt;
Agile and graceful, her leg was like a statue's.
Tense as in a delirium, I drank
From her eyes, pale sky where tempests germinate,
The sweetness that enthralls and the pleasure that kills.
A lightning flash... then night! Fleeting beauty
By whose glance I was suddenly reborn,
Will I see you no more before eternity?
Elsewhere, far, far from here! too late! never perhaps!
For I know not where you fled, you know not where I go,
O you whom I would have loved, O you who knew it!
— William Aggeler, The Flowers of Evil (Fresno, CA: Academy Library Guild, 1954)
La rue assourdissante autour de moi hurlait.
Longue, mince, en grand deuil, douleur majestueuse,
Une femme passa, d'une main fastueuse
Soulevant, balançant le feston et l'ourlet;
Agile et noble, avec sa jambe de statue.
Moi, je buvais, crispé comme un extravagant,
Dans son oeil, ciel livide où germe l'ouragan,
La douceur qui fascine et le plaisir qui tue.
Un éclair... puis la nuit! — Fugitive beauté
Dont le regard m'a fait soudainement renaître,
Ne te verrai-je plus que dans l'éternité?
Ailleurs, bien loin d'ici! trop tard! jamais peut-être!
Car j'ignore où tu fuis, tu ne sais où je vais,
Ô toi que j'eusse aimée, ô toi qui le savais!
— Charles Baudelaire
To a Passer-By
The street about me roared with a deafening sound.
Tall, slender, in heavy mourning, majestic grief,
A woman passed, with a glittering hand
Raising, swinging the hem and flounces of her skirt;
Agile and graceful, her leg was like a statue's.
Tense as in a delirium, I drank
From her eyes, pale sky where tempests germinate,
The sweetness that enthralls and the pleasure that kills.
A lightning flash... then night! Fleeting beauty
By whose glance I was suddenly reborn,
Will I see you no more before eternity?
Elsewhere, far, far from here! too late! never perhaps!
For I know not where you fled, you know not where I go,
O you whom I would have loved, O you who knew it!
— William Aggeler, The Flowers of Evil (Fresno, CA: Academy Library Guild, 1954)
"Terminator: Salvation" Review
I went into this movie not expecting much, save a hale of explosions, a really intense performance from Bale and for Common to do something that would not allow me to take him seriously. Well I got all that and much,much more.
The film begins in the year 2003 as we meet Sam Worthington's character, Marcus Wright, who is on Death Row & agrees to donate his body to science right before he is executed. It turns out, the whole movie is really about his character and asks the question where does humanity lie, they just also happened to throw in some guy named John Connor and a whole mess of explosions to tie it all together. Since this movie is really about the hero's journey, albeit a formerly murderous hero, Marcus Wright is the main character of the movie and they kill him in the first 2 minutes. The movie than jumps to 2018, machines and humans are still at war and Judgement Day has already come to pass.
While director McG does a fantastic job of placing you immediately within the action with a helicopter crash from Christian Bale's point of view in the pilot's seat, making you feel as dizzy as John Conner in the desolate abyss that has become America, the movie then takes a while to become cohesive and is very disconnected for about the first 20 minutes.
All in all the movie is utterly preposterous, but entertaining enough, it's the 4th movie (& there are potentially 2 more on the way) of an action franchise that's been around for over 2 decades, so if you don't know what you're walking into, it's your own fault. Anton Yelchin who plays Kyle Reese (who will grow up to be John Connor's dad...yeah don't ask,) Moon Bloodgood & Sam Worthington really make this movie worth while (aside from the explosions) but if you're indifferent about it, just go see Star Trek.
My rating: 8.3/10
Hotness rating of the cast: 9.8/10 (Namely Sam Worthington, Anton Yelchin, Moon Bloodgood & Christian Bale in that order)
"I Cannot Be Known"
I Cannot be Known
I cannot be known
Better than you know me
Your eyes in which we sleep
We together
Have made for my man's gleam
A better fate than for the common nights
Your eyes in which I travel
Have given to signs along the roads
A meaning alien to the earth
In your eyes who reveal to us
Our endless solitude
Are no longer what they thought themselves to be
You cannot be known
Better than I know you.
-Paul Eluard
I cannot be known
Better than you know me
Your eyes in which we sleep
We together
Have made for my man's gleam
A better fate than for the common nights
Your eyes in which I travel
Have given to signs along the roads
A meaning alien to the earth
In your eyes who reveal to us
Our endless solitude
Are no longer what they thought themselves to be
You cannot be known
Better than I know you.
-Paul Eluard
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
trailer trash - Paper Heart
This sweet, endearing, quirky "meta-documentary-cum-romance [called] Paper Heart, follows Michael Cera's inamorata Charlyne Yi and her quest to discover what love really is" according to Entertainment Weekly (who happens to be totally obsessed with this flick already.)
Morning
Morning
I've got to tell you
how I love you always
I think of it on grey
mornings with death
in my mouth the tea
is never hot enough
then and the cigarette
dry the maroon robe
chills me I need you
and look out the window
at the noiseless snow
At night on the dock
the buses glow like
clouds and I am lonely
thinking of flutes
I miss you always
when I go to the beach
the sand is wet with
tears that seem mine
although I never weep
and hold you in my
heart with a very real
humor you'd be proud of
the parking lot is
crowded and I stand
rattling my keys the car
is empty as a bicycle
what are you doing now
where did you eat your
lunch and were there
lots of anchovies it
is difficult to think
of you without me in
the sentence you depress
me when you are alone
Last night the stars
were numerous and today
snow is their calling
card I'll not be cordial
there is nothing that
distracts me music is
only a crossword puzzle
do you know how it is
when you are the only
passenger if there is a
place further from me
I beg you do not go
-Frank O'Hara
I've got to tell you
how I love you always
I think of it on grey
mornings with death
in my mouth the tea
is never hot enough
then and the cigarette
dry the maroon robe
chills me I need you
and look out the window
at the noiseless snow
At night on the dock
the buses glow like
clouds and I am lonely
thinking of flutes
I miss you always
when I go to the beach
the sand is wet with
tears that seem mine
although I never weep
and hold you in my
heart with a very real
humor you'd be proud of
the parking lot is
crowded and I stand
rattling my keys the car
is empty as a bicycle
what are you doing now
where did you eat your
lunch and were there
lots of anchovies it
is difficult to think
of you without me in
the sentence you depress
me when you are alone
Last night the stars
were numerous and today
snow is their calling
card I'll not be cordial
there is nothing that
distracts me music is
only a crossword puzzle
do you know how it is
when you are the only
passenger if there is a
place further from me
I beg you do not go
-Frank O'Hara
Monday, May 25, 2009
It's Monday/trailer trash - Taking Woodstock
I think I'm not as into Demetri Martin since he left The Daily Show and got his own gig with "Important Things," because I'm no longer in college, but the little intro he does for this trailer is quite cute and informative.
BUT MORE IMPORTANLY LIEV SCHREIBER IS IN THIS MOVIE![...sorry for the caps but It's Monday... ] Emile Hirsch,Paul Dano, Jeffrey Dean Morgan and a whole bunch of other talented/adorable people are also in it so I'll most likely be there opening day in tie dye...if Ican find some that looks chic.
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