TOP 5 THINGIES THIS WEEK
1.)
How did I ever live without this? I'll admit that I'm extremely late in the game on this one. Since I've been home, I've been relegated to the local library and The Pirate Bay for the cinematic fixes. I joined up with GreenCine, a San Fransisco based online rental agency, but as great as it is to support the little guy, the time between deliveries is next to unbearable. I was hesitant to Netflix at first, thinking it was an online version of Blockbuster. I was incorrect. The queue list is already past 250.
2.)
Second viewing helped A LOT. I'm not going to waste time expounding on all the theories out there, needless to say there's plenty of others to do such. I tend to align with the theory of the Polish prostitute being the original star of the film and Laura Dern's Sue character dying symbolically in the gutter, realizing she is still trapped in some of that good ole meta-film commentary "this-is-all-a-mechanical-production" hoohaa, and shooting the Phantom at the end to free the trapped Lost Girl, thus making her pure again. Or something like that.
Sweet.
3.)
Album of the year. Probably. At least right now. Last release was 6 years ago, and "Refinement" picks up right where "Tired Sounds" left off. Absolutely gorgeous classical notes slowed down and stretch out and out and out and out. Underwater bliss. Desert drone. Sun scorcher. A wrinkle in time. Double sweet.
STARS OF THE LID- "AND THEIR REFINEMENT OF THE DECLINE"
4.)
When future civilizations are attempting to pinpoint the absolute lowest point in the 2000s, perhaps a symbolic image or moment where the lowest common denominators seemed to merge into one cohesive, beastly Frankenstein, I can think of no better image. You've got everything here. Francis is perhaps the one doing the most damage, as I lay in bed some nights wondering just how many 7-14 year old boys are watching Girls Gone Wild infomercials on Comedy Central night after night, becoming indoctrinated to this new level of acceptable date-rapist broseph lifestyle that no one seems to raise too much of a fuss about when compared with the mountains of criticism thrown at the effects that Paris's rich whore antics have on the female 7-14 market. Perhaps it's due to the knowledge that Paris will even survive the apocalypse. This is truly the couple of the future. Maybe Mike Judge is onto something...
5.)"Nothing frightens me more/Then religion at my door."
Here we go...
How did I ever live without this? I'll admit that I'm extremely late in the game on this one. Since I've been home, I've been relegated to the local library and The Pirate Bay for the cinematic fixes. I joined up with GreenCine, a San Fransisco based online rental agency, but as great as it is to support the little guy, the time between deliveries is next to unbearable. I was hesitant to Netflix at first, thinking it was an online version of Blockbuster. I was incorrect. The queue list is already past 250.
2.)
Second viewing helped A LOT. I'm not going to waste time expounding on all the theories out there, needless to say there's plenty of others to do such. I tend to align with the theory of the Polish prostitute being the original star of the film and Laura Dern's Sue character dying symbolically in the gutter, realizing she is still trapped in some of that good ole meta-film commentary "this-is-all-a-mechanical-production" hoohaa, and shooting the Phantom at the end to free the trapped Lost Girl, thus making her pure again. Or something like that.
Sweet.
3.)
Album of the year. Probably. At least right now. Last release was 6 years ago, and "Refinement" picks up right where "Tired Sounds" left off. Absolutely gorgeous classical notes slowed down and stretch out and out and out and out. Underwater bliss. Desert drone. Sun scorcher. A wrinkle in time. Double sweet.
STARS OF THE LID- "AND THEIR REFINEMENT OF THE DECLINE"
4.)
When future civilizations are attempting to pinpoint the absolute lowest point in the 2000s, perhaps a symbolic image or moment where the lowest common denominators seemed to merge into one cohesive, beastly Frankenstein, I can think of no better image. You've got everything here. Francis is perhaps the one doing the most damage, as I lay in bed some nights wondering just how many 7-14 year old boys are watching Girls Gone Wild infomercials on Comedy Central night after night, becoming indoctrinated to this new level of acceptable date-rapist broseph lifestyle that no one seems to raise too much of a fuss about when compared with the mountains of criticism thrown at the effects that Paris's rich whore antics have on the female 7-14 market. Perhaps it's due to the knowledge that Paris will even survive the apocalypse. This is truly the couple of the future. Maybe Mike Judge is onto something...
5.)"Nothing frightens me more/Then religion at my door."
Here we go...
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