I like this chart, with the caveat that I think gender identity can easily complicate orientation to the point of meaninglessness. There needs to be a better way to talk about that.
Skrillex, “First of the Year (Equinox).” In which our hero is a six-year-old girl wizard.
That Movie Middle Fingers supercut going around reminded me of this scene from The Naked Gun. One of the greatest car chase scenes ever, and probably the only one to feature John Houseman.
WHY IS IT ALONE OH NO I AM AFRAID FOR IT
mother dears leave their babies for hours at a time sometime. it’ll be fine.
I assume that these are animated .GIFs from that “Elfland Glade” webcam I’ve been hearing about.
(via calanthe)
Last night I watched “Kitchen Stories,” a Norwegian film from 2003 about Swedish efficiency experts studying the kitchen habits of Norwegian bachelors. The trailer makes it seem rather more lively than it actually is; on the whole I found it engaging and nicely absurd, but a little slow.
Happy Birthday to Lucinda Williams. Here she is performing “Drunken Angel.” I wouldn’t say this is my favorite Lucinda song—that would probably be “Lonely Girls”—but this is a really nice clip from one of her appearances on Austin City Limits.
So that “Fright Night” remake … it isn’t terrible, but it isn’t the original. They tried to make it scary, which is fine, except that the resulting film is not, in fact, scary. It’s got Toni Collette, who is always good, and the girlfriend character (played by Imogen Poots) isn’t just a screaming victim; actually, she turns out to be the most interesting character in the film (especially since they make Charley into an unlikeable prick), probably because Marti Noxon wrote the thing. But the whole thing feels disconnected, overly slick, and joyless. And while I like David Tennant and Christopher Mintz-Plasse, they don’t measure up to the great Roddy McDowall and the manic weirdness of Stephen Geoffreys as Evil Ed, shown above.
Our Lady, a Parable for Moderns (1938). Mary, the mother of Jesus, travels to the modern world with the help of a demon and a sorceress. Priests find her and imprison her in a convent so that the real facts of her life and her first born son will never become known. Satire to that point, but then the the priests exorcise her, and the whole thing becomes Catholic horror.
The author?
Upton Sinclair.
Man I totally forgot that this was the sweater I got shot in.
