For our readers who may not be familiar with your work, what’s the most accurate thing someone else has said about it?
That I was a brilliant man whose work would go on to change the consciousness of our time… Nothing! Walk outside, go to the store and ask the first person you see if they know who I am. Ask them if they know who any contemporary writer is... This is America. The most famous and important writer in this country is still less known than a third-string offensive lineman for the local college football team.
The most accurate thing said about my writing is that hardly anyone has ever said anything about my writing.
I feel that we can longer do theater for the sake of the art form. We have to adhere to the formula of having a film star in our productions to sell tickets because it’s so financially prohibitive. I don’t want to do theater like that.
We go back and forth a lot about our favorite Christmas songs around here, but for me it's always a toss-up between "Fairy Tale of New York," "Merry Christmas (I Don't Want to Fight Tonight)" and this one, "Christmas (Baby Please Come Home)," originally recorded in 1963 by the inimitable Darlene Love. It's such a good song that it stands to reason so many people would want to cover it over the years. It also, the stands to reason that I would compile a whole bunch of them after the jump. One of them is essential, a few are ok, and some should be banned. Enjoy!
I know it may seem like sour grapes to complain about what I'm about to complain about after the Giants' monumental collapse at the end of the game, but I'm not a Giants fan at all and am actually of the opinion that they're among the most obnoxiously showboating teams in the entire league and thus one of my least favorite. I also know the NFL is by far the most successful of all the professional sports leagues, and that they have very little incentive to change anything about the product they're putting out there, unless, as with the recent crackdown on hits to the head, it's a matter of the players' safety. But I also know that if they have as much interest as they say they do in getting rid of the taunting that's grown more and more ridiculous with each passing year, then DeSean Jackson's 65-yard punt-return for a game-winning touchdown should have been called back.
Hey, Henry, it's our second consecutive week of watching wealthy and depressed white folks wallow in tastefully art-directed self-pity! What a dramatic turnaround from last year's difference-obsessed and poverty-preoccupied Oscar season. But whereas Rabbit Hole mobilized a gratingly aestheticized account of WASP-y grief, at least Sofia Coppola's vision of movie star malaise in Somewhere must benefit from the added texture of her own experiences of glamorous exclusion, right?
For us to sympathize with their terror and eventual slaughter, horror movie protagonists have to feel realistic. But, realistic for whom? There's a fine line between sympathetic, identifiable, and odious. For those who complained about the schmucks fronting Cloverfield—who, for me, were likable, at least, by virtue of their recognizability—man, oh man: wait until you see Frozen's trio of entitled, whiter-than-white douchebags: selfish, whiny and mean skiers, fer Chrissakes, donning that ultimate signifier of Caucasoid privilege. They get trapped on a T-bar at night, after everyone of the hill has gone home for a long weekend. Whose fears does this set-up tap into but well-off WASPs?
In preparation for their scheduled Christmas-themed performance for the recently relaunched Big Ugly Yellow Couch, North Highlands asked their Twitter followers for suggestions as to which Christmas song they should do. I tried to convince them to do "Father Christmas" and "Merry Christmas (I Don't Want to Fight Tonight)," but they straight-up ignored me, choosing instead to do "Last Christmas" by
Jimmy Eat World Wham. They slowed it down, fancied it up and knocked it straight out of the park, as expected.
Christmas week blogging. Videos? Videos. All right. Some gracious YouTube user has uploaded this handsome clip-only excerpt from the parody gangster film within the classic American Christmas film Kevin Alone, everybody's favorite To Kill a Mockingbird remake. So, here's Angels with Filthy Souls:
Blogging's going to be a little light today—the rest of the L's editors are upstairs, taking a bath—so I'll also direct you to this rather exhaustive YouTube playlist of fan reenactments of the Angels With Filthy Souls clip (as well as bits from the movie, and Angels With Even Filthier Souls, the sequel-within-the sequel, and also a great portrait of pre-Giuliani NYC).
Grand prize: 5 tickets to see Interpol at Radio City Music Hall on 2/11/11, $100 cash awarded in form of a check, and one case of TEAS’ TEA shipped to winners’ home or office for six months.
It's now reported that Panahi has been sentenced to 6 years in prison; he's also been sentenced to a 20-year revocation of his "social rights"—that is: "making movies, writing scripts, foreign travel and giving interviews to domestic and foreign media." (His colleague Muhammad Rasoulof, director of the renowned White Meadows, also received a 6-year sentence.)
Panahi is 50 years old. His lawyer is appealing the decision; concerned, distant observers are holding out hope for a sentence reduction—or, indeed, flight. Foreign Policy's Current Conflicts blog has obtained a speech Panahi delivered in court last month. It's remarkable, and all we can really do is read it.
1. It'll be seven screens, not six, and 900 seats total, not 850.
2. Blue Zees Real Estate, previously announced as the developer, has apparently "joined forces with the owner of the Cobble Hill Cinema" to move ahead with the project.
So, will this new Williamsburg theater also featuring a charmingly retro laser-themed pre-show reel telling us there's no smoking allowed in the theater, and to please silence our pagers? God, I hope so.
This past Friday afternoon, we shut things down in the office a bit early for The L Magazine's annual Secret Santa gift exchange and office holiday party. According to The Ls official mathematician Sarah Shanfield, the ratio of booze to actual gifts was about 5 to 2 this year—great job guys! After a rousing rendition of the 12 Days of Christmas led by all of your favorite bloggers, the next logical step was to take it to the streets, ie. Home Sweet Home, Santa's favorite watering hole on the LES. We drank, we danced, and we drank some more.
Now dont feel bad if you were on the naughty list and missed all the fun— photographer John Flowers was there to document it all! Click the slideshow below to see your friendly neighborhood L staffer getting down on the dance floor.
Holiday Party 2010
Here's Snoop reading his funny, weird, soft drink-laced version of The Night Before Christmas, with nearly enough rhyming and rhythm to qualify as a late entry in our Christmas rap song listicle. Shame about all the soda, though. (MissInfo)
Eminem and Lil Wayne were the musical guests on Saturday Night Live this weekend, and if we learned anything from it, it was that, man, Wayne didn't lose a step during his time in prison. He was in fine form on his Eminem collab "No Love," but it wasn't until the second performance of the night that he really shined. Eminem took the stage by himself at first, for a really terrible, melodramatic version of "Won't Back Down." When he finished, he left the stage and Wayne reappeared, launching into his insanely awesome new track, "6'7'." That one's above, but after the jump, clips of "No Love" and "Won't Back Down."
This just convinces me even further how repellent BDSM is. You must be mentally ill…
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