1. Enya with bounce
2. Just me and the boys
3. Let’s get high, baby
4. Teen dream
6. Condoleezza Rice, secretary of weed
7. New band-new day. Watch out.
8. White people
9. No 8
10. The enemy is everywhere
11. Teenage reverb garage t-shirt
In the Voice, the Hobereview of the film breaks down the literalness and the compromises quite well, though his take is slightly more bemused, as evidenced by his ironic-caps references to The Man, The Boy, The Redneck Slaughterhouse of Terror, and Hillcoat's one significant revision of the manuscript:
...my favorite addition to the novel is the close-up of The Post-Apocalyptic Puppy of Hope that appears in the movie's final scene. It's a last-minute Christmas card reminiscent of the voiceover that opens Sam Fuller's Vietnam-set China Gate: "In this ravaged city where people are starving, all the dogs have been eaten except one."
Well, yes, on the one hand The Post-Apocalyptic Puppy of Hope is up there with last year's "Fucking Arty Blood Splotch." But on the other hand...
Behanding, McDonagh's first play set in the U.S., will also be his first Broadway premiere. The plot, which involves a man (Walken) searching for his missing hand, should be enough to lure huge audiences. And given that Walken's last Broadway appearance in James Joyce's The Dead back in 2000 earned him a Tony nomination, this production already has the makings of a critical and financial success.
(image: John W. Codling)
Whenever a new gallery opens in New York an angel says something pretentious about art. The fellas at new Williamsburg photography gallery, K & K, however, seem nice and unpretentious, so we sent videographer Emmanuel Cruz over to have a few words...
Filmed and edited by Emmanuel Cruz.
In early 2010 community input and design processes will begin to get the bridge up to code and open for pedestrians and cyclists, providing a crucial car-free link between Manhattan and the Bronx. Comparing it to the High Line isn't quite fair, since that park required vast and expensive renovations, and doesn't really facilitate anything (except exhibitionism and voyeurism). Really, it's more like the opening of pedestrian and bike paths on the Manhattan Bridge back in 2001, which created a much-needed alternative to the Brooklyn Bridge (which, by the way, will be partially closed for long stretches next year).
The Telegraph interviews a few buyers who've used the program to acquire several artworks, like a human rights lawyer, a car factory worker and, most awesomely, a pig farmer who lives in a trailer. And they're not just buying watercolors of rolling hills. The interviewees' collections include pieces by Peter Blake, David Hockney, Terry Frost, Victor Pasmore and, yes, Damien Hirst. Says David Pike, the pig farmer:
It shows how working men can still be intellectual and capable of deep thought, which I like because although I do manual labour, I’m an intellectual.
That said, it's hard to get too broken up about the failure of Borders UK (and, one assumes, the eventual demise of the floundering Borders US). Large chain stores can't really compete with web retailers for stock or independents for browse-ability. Borders and B&N sucked the life out of local competition, and a bigger fish is returning the favor.
This is a situation somewhat analogous to the decline and fall of Blockbuster, which our own Henry Stewart wrote about earlier this year; then as now, it's a shame young provincials such as my teenage self won't have miles of shelves as turf for self-discovery—but the proudly recalcitrant minority that constitutes book culture—perhaps moreso than cinephilia's tech-savvy viewers who appreciate mainstream commercial cinema in any case—can support the kind of smaller physical stores that were always a better fit for those sorts of excursions anyway (as long as your parents don't mind dropping you in the vicinity).
It's been hard to find authentic poutine in New York, and there have been times—sad, drunk times—when I've shamefully allowed disco fries to substitute for the real thing; forgive me oh great Snow Queen of the North. So I was obviously pretty excited when a restaurant called "Tpoutine" opened up on Ludlow Street a few months ago, bringing a little piece of Montreal to the Lower East Side. I was so excited it took me a few months to get myself over there...
The cement sculpture has been at the center of a five-year argument between preservationists and developers over the ideal use of the land. The piece is looking a little worse for wear and is rarely visited because, you know, it's in the middle of nowhere, but also because Hickory Hills Investments, the group that owns the land, does its best to restrict access to the work despite its obvious potential to be a major attraction for the region. So, if for some reason you're near Toronto right now or anytime in the near future, head up towards King City and check out Serra's "Shift" before it's gone.
Well, for one ticket sales haven't been terribly good, peaking around 70 percent of capacity when the show opened and more often hovering around 50 percent. The show's more modest scope and tone of guarded optimism, compared to the epic family breakdown of August, doesn't seem to appeal to quite so broad an audience.
Muslims make up about 6% of Switzerland's 7.5 million people... Fewer than 13% practice their religion, the government says, and Swiss mosques do not broadcast the call to prayer outside their buildings.
What's 13% of 6% of 7.5 million? A TERRIFYING BURGEONING CALIPHATE IN OUR MIDST, that's what. Fuck you people of Switzerland! But mainly, fuck you plebiscites, referendums and all other forms of direct democracy! Because what the hell is the point of civilization if you can't protect the rights of the minority against the whims of the majority?
Authorities in Florida are reporting that Tiger Woods was seriously injured in a car accident this morning when he hit both a tree and a fire hydrant while pulling out of his driveway. Alcohol doesn't seem to be a factor in the crash. "Seriously injured" seems a bit much for this kind of accident, though I suppose in the context of his profession, it makes sense.
Finally a good break from hectic weekdays..
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