Iceman: You can be my wingman… Maverick: Bullshit, you can be mine. For years, those words have represented the pentultimate in machoism, but, like so much from the ’80s, (listening to Genesis, reading Bret Easton Ellis), what once appeared manly now appears homoerotic. If you disagree, first look at this side-splitting video titled Brokeback Squadron, a remix of the trailer for Top Gun set in the post-Brokeback Mountain world of cinema.
My personal Kirsten Dunst sent me a link to this amazing (amazing in an American Beauty sense) video of 250,000 multi-coloured ‘superballs’ bouncing down the streets of San Francisco. The beautiful track that sets the mood for the commercial is “Heartbeats,” performed by José González from his critically acclaimed debut album, “Veneer.” If you do take the time to view this litle slice of heaven, be sure to view the extended version of this video.
This is the way the world ends This is the way the world ends This is the way the world ends Not with a bang but a whimper. — T.S. Eliot These were the last words of consequence that my father spoke before he passed away in his sleep this past Sunday. That he said them two days before his death is testament to how intelligent and lucid he remained during his four-month struggle with bone, liver and lung cancer.…
Leo to Josh: “This guy’s walking down the street when he falls in a hole. The walls are so steep he can’t get out. A doctor passes by and the guy shouts up: “Hey, you! Can you help me out? ” The doctor writes a prescription, throws it down in the hole and moves on. Then a priest comes along and the guy shouts up: ” Father, I’m down in this hole. Can you help me out? ” The priest…
Today, my 30th birthday, is a rare moment when the past is probably just as long as the future and so I can’t help but feel both hopeful and reminiscent. As for that reminiscense, I wanted to jot down a few birthday memories that I will never forget: I recall fondly my 17th birthday because, at that age, that was the first year I could go to the movies by myself to see an R-rated film. Not that I hadn’t gone…
I am sitting here, at Amie and Sherwin’s, for an extended weekend getaway, clinging to the minutes left of being 29 years old. My 30th birthday is tomorrow and I am filled with a mixture of excitement and apprehension. Turning 30 is suppose to mark some milestone in a man’s life and so I can’t help but get caught up in taking stock of my life. As it happens, I am going to keep that inventory to myself, other than to say that,…
Perhaps the compelling, erudite discussion I have heard recently was not at a New Year’s Eve cocktail party, rather it took place online in Slate’s Movie Club. For seven years, Slate’s film critic David Edelstein ,has asked three or four of the most respected film critics to engage in a running discussion on the year in cinema. Joining Edelstein are Scott Foundas, film editor and a critic for LA Weekly, Jonathan Rosenbaum, film critic for the Chicago Reader, and A.O.…