Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Thursday, September 17, 2009
After a week and a half of starring at the Orange Library's Criterion copy of The Red Shoes lying inert beside my TV, I finally watched the film. I now understand Martin Scorsese's fervor for Powell and Pressburger's creation and I can also appreciate what it means to be truly fascinated and bored by something simultaneously (see: ballet).
And also, is it just me or would The Red Shoes viewed without sound resemble a horror film?
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
My love runs deep for David Cross, but lately he's been breaking my heart. Add to these damning facts his Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants girlfriend, the impending doom of Alvin and the Chipmunks: The Squeakquel, and relatively dismal book reviews and it all makes me I mourn the David Cross of my youth.