Wednesday, June 30, 2010
So I was watching the New Jerusalem trailer which stars Will Oldham and realised I never saw Old Joy (trailer above) Oldham's last movie starring role. I then realised it was directed by Kelly Reichardt who made the awesome Wendy and Lucy which I finally saw a little while ago. I really dig on Reichardt's slow simple and heartfelt (without being overwrought) vibe in her films - the few that I've seen anyway.
I then found this trailer for River of Grass which I want to see even more than the rest - though I totally want to see Old Joy now - it really looks great. Not so sure about New Jerusalem though.
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Monday, June 28, 2010
It completely devastated me for days afterwards - especially the last 10 minutes.
Also the colour saturation, the fashions, the highly stylised nature of the film and the theme of course, uh, LOVE, reminded me so much A Single Man directed by Tom Ford - another beautiful and crushing film.
On The Phone With Lisa 1977
"This is a photo from that amazing session at the Tropicana Motel. Joan has been tossed out of her mom’s house and here she is on the phone with her stunning girlfriend Lisa, who everyone called Lisa Devil Worship."
Marie, Vickie & Cherie San Fernando Valley 1976
"I was hired by Nippon Phonogram Records in Japan to do this session of the Runaways lead singer Cherie Currie at her Van Nuys home. I previously photographed her on stage, backstage, hanging out, etc. Her twin sister Marie, pictured on the left, also became a singer and the girl in the center is Vickie Ronald, with whom I attended Van Nuys High School. Record producer Kim Fowley later discovered her when he transformed her into “Vickie Razor Blade” in a band called “Venus And The Razor Blades.” Like me, they all wanted to get out of the Valley to the other side of the hill to discover the magic."
More from Brad Elterman, the amazing photographer who took these photos, and yes, that includes more Joan Jett.
Sunday, June 27, 2010
The Baxter (2005) - Michael Showalter
I love Michael Showalter. Confession, I may have missed The State but I've seen both The Ten and Wet Hot American Summer both enough times to make up for it. Though I totally get that both of those movies are a certain brand of humour I'd say that The Baxter is the film that would unify pro-Showalters with Showalter-haters. That is if anyone saw it.
An ode to the romantically challenged (which for film nerds is like shooting fish in a barrel right?) The Baxter is about the guy who gets left at the altar in your typical romantic comedy - and how will-he-won't-he finally figure out how to get the girl. Its kinda like Showalter's take on Woody Allen - yet unlike Allen in most of his film Showalter seems less virile and more dull, nice and likeable - but still funny of course.
Basically if there was a prize for the best rom com of the last ten years this would be my choice.
Sunday, June 20, 2010
What really matters is what you like, not what you are like... Books, records, films -- these things matter.
Freaks and Geeks - possibly the best show of all time - I'm so glad I watched this as a teenager. If all kids have now is Gossip Girl - as awesome as it is - well thats a bit sad.
but I distrust myself
when I start to like a girl
It makes me nervous.
I don't say the right things
or perhaps I start
what I am saying.
If I say, "Do you think it's going to rain?"
and she says, "I don't know,"
I start thinking : Does she really like me?
In other words
I get a little creepy.
A friend of mine once said,
"It's twenty times better to be friends
than it is to be in love with them."
I think he's right and besides,
it's raining somewhere, programming flowers
and keeping snails happy.
That's all taken care of.
if a girl likes me a lot
and starts getting real nervous
and suddenly begins asking me funny questions
and looks sad if I give the wrong answers
and she says things like,
"Do you think it's going to rain?"
and I say, "It beats me,"
and she says, "Oh,"
and looks a little sad
at the clear blue California sky,
I think : Thank God, it's you, baby, this time
instead of me.
The more Richard Brautigan I read the more I feel like he is reading my mind.
Saturday, June 19, 2010
Strangers With Candy and Sleigh Bells
Mayer Hawthorne and San Francisco (AND Skater Boys AND covers)
I like when some of your favourite things get together and have a party. It feels like the Universe (AKA the Internet) gave you a present. Thanks Universe (AKA Internet).
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
The world is divided into two kinds of people: those who have tattoos, and those who are afraid of people with tattoos.
“Last night I stayed up late playing poker with Tarot cards. I got a full house and four people died.”
I got my tarot cards read in Sydney. I've never done anything like that before. It was kind of awesome and really relaxing - like having a massage or meditating - but more fun.
I would totally recommend it if you feel the urge. I can't wait to go back and do it again.
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
Monday, June 14, 2010
I can't wait to see it! Its been a loooong time between films for this lady.
The Playlist also reports that "Somewhere" was revealed to be partly inspired by her relationship with her father. Cue more hotels and CPR on B-Lister Stephen Dorffs career.
In other exciting Sofia Coppola news she also has bought out the option to Francine Prose's critically acclaimed 2008 coming-of-age tale, "Goldengrove."
I'm excited she's doing another adaption - she hasn't made a film better than 'The Virgin Suicides' in my opinion.
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
Melbourne Cinémathèque is currently having a spotlight on Milos Forman and I saw the lovely 'Loves of a Blonde' there but was tres sleepy and missed 'Taking Off' - epic fail as I soon found out! My friend Hugh found these videos for me to watch with envy as if I needed any more convincing to see more Forman. Must track this gem down!
I still haven't read this! Can you believe it? Because I certainly can't, I should just go and buy it but I'm saving up for a trip overseas (hopefully) and a new winter coat/gloves/hat (I'm freezing) plus I've been waiting for the library to get it in for soooooooo long. It would feel like quitting to go and buy it now.
I've read all of Clowes' comics after seeing 'Ghost World' the movie for the first time and a hundred times after that. I am definitely of the indie-breed when it comes to comics (Love and Rockets, Scott Pilgrim, Adrien Tomine) and one other which I've always assumed everyone knew Ivan Brunetti - who only released 4 comics in his Schizo series as far as I know. To be honest Wilson sounds a lot like Clowes-does-Brunetti AKA overly-self-aware-honest-angry-intolerant-cynical but also weirdly relateable and funny? Anyway can't wait to read it as I love them both and if one wants to ape the other who am I to complain?
11. The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay - Michael Chabon
I have had this out 2 times already from the library and keep only getting 150 pages deep into this some 800 page tome. However I kinda like this way of reading it. This books is like catching up every few weeks with your wacky friends adventures and exploits. I am so determined to finish this too - now if only I could apply this sort've finish a long book determination to the Russians. I am modern literature's whore.
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
I saw Coppélia at the Sydney Opera House way back in the late 1980s or early 1990s - it was my first ballet (I wore black patent leather mary janes bought especially for it) and I've had a serious soft spot for it ever since - and the ballet in general. In fact I still have the soundtrack my Grandmother bought for me after I became so obsessed with it. The soundtrack is beautiful too, and that ain't sentimentality talking neither.
My mother never let me learn ballet as a child either - though I was dying to - as she thought it would damage my feet or spine or something. There is no way someone as clumsy and uncoordinated as me would ever have been very good at ballet but goddamn i missed out on the cute shoes and tutu's didn't I?
This is a long preamble to the fact that I'm going to to see the Australian Ballet's remounting of the 1979 version of Coppélia tomorrow night and will be pulling out my frilliest ensemble and shiniest shoes for it. Someone else can bring the opera glasses!
Thursday, June 3, 2010
Morning again, nothing has to be done,
maybe buy a piano or make fudge.
At least clean the room up for sure like my farther I've done flick
the ashes & butts over the bed side on the floor.
But frist of all wipe my glasses and drink the water
to clean the smelly mouth.
A nock on the door, a cat walks in, behind her the Zoo's baby
elephant demanding fresh pancakes-I cant stand these
hallucinations aney more.
Time for another cigerette and then let the curtains rise, then I
knowtice the dirt makes a road to the garbage pan
No ice box so a dried up grapefruit.
Is there any one saintly thing I can do to my room, paint it pink
maybe or instal an elevator from the bed to the floor,
maybe take a bath on the bed?
Whats the use of liveing if I cant make paradise in my own
For this drop of time upon my eyes
like the endurance of a red star on a cigerate
makes me feel life splits faster than sissors.
I know if I could shave myself the bugs around my face would
The holes in my shues are only temporary, I understand that.
My rug is dirty but whose that isent?
There comes a time in life when everybody must take a piss in
the sink -here let me paint the window black for a minute.
Thro a plate & brake it out of naughtiness-or maybe just
innocently accidentally drop it wile walking around the
Before the mirror I look like a sahara desert gost,
or on the bed I resemble a crying mummey hollaring for air,
or on the tabol I feel like Napoleon.
But now for the main task of the day - wash my underwear -
two months abused - what would the ants say about that?
How can I wash my clothes - why I'd, I'd, I'd be a woman if I did
No, I'd rather polish my sneakers than that and as for the floor
its more creative to paint it then clean it up.
As for the dishes I can do that for I am thinking of getting a job in
My life and my room are like two huge bugs following me
around the globe.
Thank god I have an innocent eye for nature.
I was born to remember a song about love - on a hill a butterfly
makes a cup that I drink from, walking over a bridge of
Dec. 27th, 1957, Paris
RIP Peter Orlovsky
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
I thought for some reason I'd written about Wild Nothing before - maybe its just because everyone else has? All my friends seem to love them and so do I! I've featured a few of their tracks over at Mixtapes for Johanna - and in previous mixes for pals - Summer Holiday is also a JAM!
TRIVIA - Scenes from the 1969 short film "Clown" by Richard Balducci.
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
- Biting my nails (I only half stopped some of the time)
- Putting off what I can "air out" today rather than dry-clean tomorrow
- Pretending I'm going to spend all weekend dusting, selling things on ebay and reading Tolstoy when I know deep down instead I'll be drinking cocktails, reading comics and rewatching Seinfeld in bed.
- Oh Ebay
- Buying eye cream and not using it
- Not spending money on things that are worth money ie wool coat, winter boots and leather gloves.
- Using bad language like LOL, OMG, BTW, ATM and liking it a lot