Industry Friendo: “There’s a historical parallel to this. Drive-in theaters used for swap meets and church services before shopping malls replaced them…”
Reported by The Verge’s Mitchell Clark on 11.7.22.
Jeffrey Wells
Free Yourselves
Rise up en masse like the gladiators in Capua, kill the Roman guards, strike terror in the hearts of your captors…and if they try to make you cower and shudder like you’ve been doing since ‘17 or thereabouts, tell them “sorry, buster but the ball game’s over…the sensibles are taking control and the woke wackos are on the run.”
“He Loved Life”
Whenever someone passes at too young an age or due to some tragic mishap or a stroke of bad luck, someone always says that the recently departed “loved life.” Which I would call a nice but imprecise sentiment. It’s so vague it’s almost meaningless.
HE’s definition of a lover of life would be the Kinks guy who loves living adjacent to Waterloo Station.
I’m actually a lover of the splendor and symphony of all great European train stations. Ditto the great cities and towns — Paris, Rome, Munich, Hanoi, Hoi An, Milan, Prague, Venice, Arcos de la Frontera, Caye Caulker, portions of Key West, the Berkshires, Monument Valley, Lauterbrunnen — and the tens of thousands of beautiful pastoral vistas all over. Ditto my cats, my granddaughter Sutton and her parents Jett and Cait and Sutton’s Uncle Dylan, black Volvo wagons, BMW rumblehogs, heavy leather jackets, Indian or Italian dishes, vinyl record albums, cookies & cream gelato, Italian suede lace-ups, etc.
The only negative that comes to mind amidst all this joy and nurture and rapture, the only aspect of life on planet earth that I consistently have problems with and which generally darkens my worldview are…well, people. Not everyone, of course. The majority are fine. I can just can’t with the three-toed sloths.
Never Shrink From Complaining
A friend wrote an hour ago about a movie theatre that decided against going dark during a showing of Till.
Friendo to HE: “This is just one more reason I watch films at home. Me alone at Till at Regal Cinema Hampton Bays on Long Island.”
HE to friendo: “Uhm, what about that folksy, time-honored tradition of strolling into the lobby and asking theatre staffers to turn the lights out during a showing?”
Why Tar’s Ruination Was A Good Thing
Jason P. Frank and Rebecca Alter’s “49 True Facts About Lydia Tar” is brilliant. But in a vaguely cruel way. Okay, not cruel but certainly subversive. And yet it fits right into the film. Because it’s basically saying, humorously, that Lydia Tar’s banishment and ruination wasn’t such a bad idea.
In other words, Frank and Alter are a pair of cold icepicks who privately salivate at the idea of taking down a dynamic talent who’s long revelled in an elite celebrity orbit but who holds the wrong (i.e., politically brusque, anti-woke, vaguely amoral in the manner of many X-factor genius types) views and — this is the really damning part — has treated Columbus Ave. Joe Coffee baristas rudely.
Friendo: “This is part of why democracy is ending in America in four days. The point of that piece is: ‘We hate Lydia Tar.’ Translation: ‘Our Marxist absolutism trumps ambiguity in art.’”
David Mamet’s “Things Change”
My primary motivation in posting this was the exquisite lighting used for the Jean Harlow fireplace pic, which was snapped in 1935 by George Hurrell. Then I happened to walk by the Britney Spencer photo inside the Sono Collection. And then Claudia Cardinale came to mind, followed by Paulina Porizkova.
Better Man Wins
Lula (aka Luiz Inacio Lula da Silva) is in — one of most dramatic and astonishing political comebacks in world history. And Jair Bolsonaro, the grotesque and contemptible Brazilian Trump, is out.
Oh, God…Thank You!
“Doomstruck,” posted on 10.5.22.
Sucker That I Am
Last night I bought the new “Revolver” remix, but only the album itself and not the expanded outtake version that cost $34 or thereabouts.
I’m saying again that a significant reason for the Beatles’ success was the fact that three of them were exceptionally good looking. If the Beatles had been burdened with homely faces (i.e., if they had looked like two or three of the dorks in The Association) their trajectory might have been quite different.
Is the ’22 Revolver remix a cash grab? Of course it is, but it’s also the first using a digital technology (developed by Peter Jackson’s team) that allowed Giles Martin to break it all down, instrument for instrument, and remix or even reconstitute the original songs. I can really hear and even feel the enhancements.