If you wanted to view the whole thing as a timely, scathing indictment of current indie rock trends, from the irritating focus on fashion and physical appearance to, yes, the recent dominance of lo-fi as a crutch and an all too transparent cover-up for a lack of ideas and/or chops, well, you definitely could.
Nestled amongst hills of rusting metal and variegated rubbish, built atop a bedrock of ashen stone that strongly resembles a lunar landscape, the junkyard shantytown of Dodes’ka-den (1970) is located somewhere between the outskirts of Tokyo and the far side of the universe. Akira Kurosawa's ensemble portrait of a dirt-poor urban community interweaves the alternately hopeful and despairing character studies, largely cast with non-professional actors. Piling up anecdotes like so many mountains of trash, Kurosawa's ambling tour doesn't deliver much in the way of dramatic structure or narrative development, but the parade of visually stylized vignettes turns up more than enough colorful details to keep things interesting.
Not an empty signpost in sight at the Joyride Art Show opening last night at Spencer Brownstone Gallery in Soho, part of the tenth annual Bicycle Film Festival. Packed with messenger bags and (supposedly) as-good-in-a-can Sixpoint, the gallery showcased work by over 50 pedal-pushing artists including Dan Murphy, Phil Legit and Ryan Humphrey.
BeardsFromBelow.org, the non-profit branch of the presumably bankruptcy-destined for-profit enterprise BeardsFromBelow.com, is not nearly so Brooklyn-dominated as you would expect a site of user-submitted photographs of shaggy facial hair shot from a low angle to be. That said, I'm fairly certain I found a photo of Brooklyn resident and L Mag editor-in-chief Jonny Diamond's beard on there—whoever figures out which one might be Mr. Diamond gets a free beard. (TheDailyWhat)
Falk, who wore a glass eye for most of his life (he lost his right eye to a tumor aged three) bummed around college and the Merchant Marine in the 40s and 50s before deciding, in the late 50s, to move to Greenwich Village and become an actor; he did plays (his big break was The Iceman Cometh with Jason Robards) and live TV and then moved to L.A., where he made friends with John Cassavetes, and was eventually cast as the rumpled, dogged, enduringly popular TV detective Columbo, whose self-effacing unraveling ("Oh, uh, just one more thing") of elaborately conceived murders (always shown to us at the beginning of each episode), often committed by renowned, temperamental figures in artistic fields, represents a sustained rebuke to Nietzschean theories of superior and irreproachable genius.
It was Woodrow Wilson, I believe, who exclaimed after seeing 1968’s Witchfinder General: “’Tis like history written with lightning.” The doomed director Michael Reeves’s apotheosis is, at any rate, one of the finest examples of British horror in its late-60s/early-70s magic hour, and micro-budget historical fiction with a galloping pulse. An early narration establishes the scene:
“The year is 1645. England is in the grip of bloody Civil War. On one side stand the Royalist party of King Charles. On the other, Cromwell’s Parliamentary party, the Roundheads… Justice and injustice are dispensed in more-or-less equal quantities without opposition…”
Update: Oh! And here's footage of the show. Stephen Colbert sort of sounds like Weird Al, and The Black Belles look like the living scenery from a middle school play. There's also a phantom bass line, but no one appears to be playing bass. Tacky, tacky, tacky. (via Animal)
On Wednesday Chinese dissident artist-activist Ai Weiwei was released after being held for 80 days without ever being formally charged, but having allegedly "confessed to tax evasion and destroying documents." Though unclear at first, the terms of his release have gradually become known: he cannot leave Beijing for a year (so won't attend next week's opening of his photography exhibition at Asia Society, nor see his "Zodiac Heads" sculptures at the Pulitzer Fountain), and he cannot use Twitter.
Usually the Skolimowski anti-hero belongs to no world but the room he’s in, and no time but the present: his actions, at best poses and at worst survival strategies, play as deflections from any coherent personality, and the movies themselves treat workaday routine as a state-manufactured carnival. Skolimowski’s movies are “abstract”—with their heaving rhythms of footsteps and panting, with their faces out of fog and snow—only in their precision: the navigation of a character through a setpiece trudging after a single goal, or better, trudging as long as he can to avoid any confrontation at all. His movies are typically quest narratives that go nowhere.
After bringing his Inside Out project to Park Slope last month, French street art star and TED Prize-winner JR has moved it into the city and taken over the Tony Goldman mural space at Houston and Bowery from Kenny Scharf with his massive photo portrait "Lakota, Dakota Nation.” But Scharf had one last celebrity visitor before his cartoon-faced crowd disappeared...
Ben, I think Pixar's recent strategy has been to expand its audience by making movies for and about the new demographics that they wish to attract. Cartoons, especially well-made ones, will always draw kids and parents, but Up got grandparents to the theater, too; Toy Story 3 brought the young-adult millenials (older cousins? siblings?) who had been children themselves back in 1995. But the Cars franchise? It's for kids only; whatever the studio stands to lose in potential ticket sales it makes up for in merchandising. It's basically a toy commercial, just like Transformers.
Almost exactly a year after rumors first surfaced the stage musical version of the Bonnie Parker and Clyde Barrow story, Bonnie & Clyde, will open on Broadway December 1st. ArtsBeat reports that after premiering at California's La Jolla Playhouse and playing at the Asolo Repertory Theatre in Sarasota, Florida, the Depression-era bank-robbing lovers' will begin previews at the Gerald Schoenfeld Theater on November 4.
Sure, it's nothing like pitting atheists against the families of dead firefighters, but the Brooklyn Paper has hatched another non-feud: between Park Slope and
Greenpoint Williamsburg over which neighborhood has more bike shops!
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