Well, apparently Murphy had Type 2 Diabetes (I, like Sonya Sotomayor and the youngest Jonas Brother, have Type 1), and many commentors think it was probably more the drugs or eating disorders than the diabetes that did her in.
Not Newsweek, however, which ran a long, speculative piece about how diabetes could be far worse for the heart than drug abuse and anorexia.
Sob sob sob sob. Christmas in canceled.
The Beach Boys are great, Henry, but we needn't limit our enjoyment of Christmas songs called "Santa's Beard" to just theirs. In fact, I much prefer this Them Might Be Giants track of the same name. Apologies for the poor audio quality and MERRY CHRISTMAS.
Kinks are Kool, Konklin, but we needn't limit our Xmas Rock to them. My favorite Christmas song with a beat? The Beach Boys' "Santa's Beard," because it's so sad: a little kid goes to meet Santa and instead has his "Santa Claus is an Elaborate Lie" moment, thus ending his childhood as his older brother scrambles to come up with excuses ("uh, he's just helping Santa Claus") that, against a backdrop of Brian Wilson standard-issue diminished chords, sounds wholly unconvincing. Anyway:
Unfortunately, the only exclusive clip of this song I could find is set (WTF?) to a Jonas Bros. collage. DID YOU KNOW that the youngest Jonas Brother has diabetes? Like me, Sonya Sotomayor and, apparently, Brittany Murphy, which will be the subject of my next blog post. (Stay posted! Which isn't mean as a blogging pun, because it would be awful.)
Disclaimer: I do actually have plenty of time for toys as well as money.
When Uncle Karl runs up and down stairs, Uncle Karl farts. Merry Christmas.
The L's Benjamin Strong thinks it does (as do I), which explains, really, why for him, "Storytelling has never been Cameron's strong suit," whereas for the WOWed Dargis, "He’s a masterly storyteller."
The reason why Avatar permits these two seemingly incompatible readings has to do with cinema-as-spectacle.
Well, the bluehairs have been heard. The Met is seriously considering bringing the Zeffirelli production back.
Mr. Affron introduces today’s showing of one of the most interesting films in the series, Rene Clement's The Battle of the Rails. This first feature from the director of Forbidden Games, Purple Noon, and Is Paris Burning? was directly sponsored by French Resistance veterans, and it's a stirring and shamelessly biased portrayal of deliberate sabotage performed by French railworkers to cripple the occupying forces.
Yeah, I'm probably guilty of doing this just a little too much, but fuck you—I am the Admiral of this magazine (just make sure you don't watch this... shudder). Here, then, is Joni Mitchell's sad-ass Christmas lament, "River." And yes, I am going to make
a lot of some a little money and quit this crazy scene.
These are but a few of the hilarious entries in Flavorwire's "Stereotyping People by Their Favorite Band" feature, which is a must-read for indie-rock fans in much the same Rent was a must-see for for people who lived on the Lower East Side in the 80s, or the way Everybody Loves Raymond is an endless source of hilarity for anyone who's ever been married.
But honestly, the strain is showing in his work; this year, both The Informant! and The Girlfriend Experience, whatever their other virtues, felt hastily conceived and executed. He already has another film in the can (a Spalding Gray documentary), according to IMDb, while in production on another (for which he's serving as cinematographer, of course) and pre-production on yet another. And he's a producer or executive producer on four other movies in production or pre-production.
What else? He's in Australia, directing a play that he wrote.
He also, quite inadvertently I'm sure, dictated my approach to film criticism, and my outlook as the editor of the L's film section.
Julian Casablancas' cover of Saturday Night Live holiday song "I Wish It Was Christmas Today" hit the internet a few months ago, and last night, he stopped by Late Night With Jimmy Fallon to play it live, alongside its original performers, Horatio Sanz and Fallon himself. The most magical thing about Christmas? It makes me not want to beat up Jimmy Fallon.
Yesterday the Observer reported that the 7 Line extension from Times Square to the steps of our hideous convention center and the future site of the Hudson Yards development had taken a giant leap forward with the giant rock-chewing drill piercing through to the cavern at 34th Street and Eleventh Avenue. Better yet, there's video (after the jump), and it looks like one of the digging sequences from Fantastic Mr. Fox.
Pleasure is the only trusty teacher and guarantor of seriousness in art. Why is that so easy to forget?
Well, because it's not true.
And because, even if it were true—which, again, no—saying so aloud would mostly serve to give the incurious a further excuse to rigidify their already limited frame of reference.
As a cri de guerre stated unusually bluntly in the year-end double issue especially, this reads like a bitter parting salvo and statement of purpose from a guy who knows he's just filed his last column. Christ, I hope so.
But now DJ Vlad, the Executive Vice President of Roth's label, SRC/Universal, has released a statement explaining that Roth is neither gay, nor will he be appearing on E!News. The statement also makes clear that the MC won't be dropped from the label, which many claimed was the case in light of his coming out. All of which is to say that it's still not okay to be a gay mainstream rapper, and until Kanye comes out MCs will just have to remain obediently closeted .
elvis costello perfomance link (the published one here is not working) http://videos.mediaite.com/video/Elvis-Costello-Radio-Radio-1977
I need a sweet baby
Here's another good drinking song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u1CULMYgUfc