roommate and I were bored today so we made a movie.
“Overlook Hotel. The apartment July ‘21 ~ J. Torrance”
(Click for bigger. © William Anthony)
So, while staying at the ‘Overlook Hotel,’ I found an envelope in a cabinet in my room containing these photographs. Amazing how little the place has changed in 90 years. I don’t recognize the…
This October (the 7th through the 20th) the Film Forum in New York will be screening a new 35mm print of Jean-Luc Godard’s Week End, courtesy of Janus Films.
This is one of those titles that people have been requesting on Criterion’s Facebook Fan Page since it was created. (people were probably requesting it long before Facebook was created)
THE GIRL WITH THE DRAGON TATTOO Red Band Trailer (dir. David Fincher)
this will be taken down in no time so I’d watch it quickly.
Mr. Dream @ Pianos tonight 4/30.
this Untitled new Animal Collective song sounds great. 4/10/2011 Phoenix Theater - Petaluma, California
“Melancholia” US trailer (dir. Lars von Trier)
“From Midway Claude Sylvanshine then flew on something called Consolidated Thrust Regional Lines down to Peoria, a terrifying thirty-seater whose pilot had pimples at the back of his neck and reached back to pull a dingy fabric curtain over the cockpit and the beverage service consisted of a staggering girl underhanding you nuts while you chugged a Pepsi.”
David Foster Wallace - “The Pale King” (in bookstores as of TODAY, at least in New York City)
New York Subway 1986 - 42nd Street and Times Square (Pacific Railroad).
BEDROOM - “Canco de l’alba” (dir. Ramon Ayala)
“Horace lived in a huge room filled with cages. Inside each cage was a young person, a futon or cot, a footlocker, a few milk crates. Bare bulbs on wires hung from fixtures in the high ceiling. I’d read about these places. Kids moved to the city, but there were no apartments left to rent to them, or none they could afford. But on a starting salary, or no salary, you could maybe manage a cage. Several dozen people resided here among the drum kits and guitar amps, the antique film editing deck, a few long tables and spindly chairs, a minifridge. Power cables streaked the floor under mounds of black and silver tape. Laptops glowed from the cages. Voices rose and fell, rippled about the room, a dozen conversations going at once, or maybe one conversation replicated over and over by feral and beautiful children.
The place resembled a new model prison, or one that had achieved a provisional utopia after principled revolt, or maybe a homeless shelter for people with liberal arts degrees. The cages brought to mind those labs with their death-fuming vents near my college studio. These kids were part of some great experiment. It was maybe the same one in which I’d been a subject. Unlike me, though, or the guinea pigs and hares, they were happy, or seemed happy, or were blogging about how they seemed happy.”
Sam Lipsyte - “The Ask” (Picador, 2010)