… And Film Night In Dolores Park, Oh My!
Greetings and salutations* from the private screening room of the Subterranean Beatnik Library auteur scoundrel Vincent Gallo once desecrated after focus-testing a four-hour director’s cut of his biker-gets-a-blowjob epic Brown Bunny (2003) on an unwilling gang of bipolar Hell’s
Sent From: Murphy Hooker’s Wireless Handheld Device (4:28 p.m.) 6/2/2007
Greetings and salutations* from the damask-drenched dungeon of a narcoleptic flibbertigibbet whose insatiable sex drive, dizzy disposition and chain-smoking Chihuahua-esque countenance makes the archetypical female neurotic Annie Hall, look like Cher after nine Drambuie
Greetings and salutations* film nerds and nerdettes, haven’t you wondered what in the hell happened to the Coen Brothers? If the reports from Cannes are correct; now we know. They’ve been preparing to drop a Sam Peckinpah inspired serio-comic thriller, No Country For Old Men on grateful cinephiles who’ve been jonesin’ for a hit of their singularly original brand of genre filmmaking for years.
Beefsteak Pirates, Juicy Tomatoes and a Bittersweet Waitress