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Adam K
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I think I read the original Commentary of the Damned for this, which brought it to my attention, and looked it up on IMDB.  On the comments page of that were a series of right-wingers debating how the returns for this film had been fixed and how film tickets had gone missing across the country, etc, etc.  Basically,

I believe the story was that he'd found the worst novel he could and dared himself to make a great film out of it, but I'm willing to be corrected.

What a great article — thank you.  I bought a second-hand Phil Ochs collection (American Troubadour) about 10 or 15 years ago, not really knowing that much about his music and meaning to give it to my girlfriend, who was into Dylan.  I took a listen beforehand, however, and fell in love with it, ended up keeping it

Wow — that clip is…well, it IS gold.  I used to have the opening horns of this song as my ringtone and it freaked my workmates out — they thought it was devotional music.  I tried to find a clip to explain it to them, but I didn't see this one at the time.  thanks for this!

Cannon and Ball?

The Hangover's barely funny now - God knows how it will hold up.  On the other hand, I re-watched some of the classic Marx Brothers films a couple of years ago, and I still laughed out loud.  I'm not sure if A & C could elicit more than a nostalgic chuckle, mind you, but it's not so much the material as the way it's

I'll second that — I loved this show when it was on, and was gutted when they cancelled it.  Great performances and a lovely 30s vibe.

I saw a large portion of Just For Fun on TV about a year ago, and was amazed at it's  lack of plot, apart from occasional nods to the political angle.  As I remember, a large chunk of it seemed to consist of a young "hip" man and his girlfriend going from room to room in a radio station and, with every door they

I thought "aspiring Manhattanite" meant you lived in Queens?

This just convinces me that, no matter how lauded, rock critics are an expendable species that are best ignored.  I was a prog-rocker in the 70s and never took to punk, but thoroughly enjoyed Devo's quirky, other-worldly weirdness and even liked their music.  I never took it so far as to buy an album, as such, but

And I thank you for your understanding.  Admittedly, I've only seen Hidden and The White Ribbon, but figure I deserve kudos for giving White Ribbon a go despite not only hating Hidden but being blasted within an inch of my life for it on various boards (including, I think, an AV one, in which I was told to "Shut my

Yeah, fair enough, but I figured:  "Hey, I've come this far, might as well….."

I DID see the credits.  When the film ended and my partner and I went "What?  WHAT?" I said, "Hang on, maybe there's a post-credit clue" and we sat through the whole thing, watched that whole scene.  I guess you could interpret it that way, but this is Haneke's forte:  throw everything at the screen without any

While a big Philip K Dick fan, I admit I hated Inception, which buried it's few good ideas (cribbed from Dick) inside derivative set pieces and regular slabs of exposition in which rule changes were laboriously explained.  I would normally love this kind of film, but came very close to walking out, something I never

In that case, I recommend you see One Direction while they're touring America.  You'd be doing us all — if not yourself — a favour.

I'm not a huge Dylan fan, by any means (and, yes, I am an asshole — or, as I like to think of myself, an arsehole), but I saw him a couple of years ago.  Apart from the fact that, despite a mic being set centre stage, he never left the keyboard he was playing off to one side (with his back to us…grrrrrr) I enjoyed it

I went to Glastonbury at '95 and, as I wasn't into dance music so missed The Prodigy, who were supposed to be awesome.  The next Glastonbury was '97 and they were on the bill again, so I thought I'd give them a go.  Ten minutes into their set, a fuse blew, knocking out their keyboards, which was…everything.  Seconds

Hmmm… I saw the Dirty Three open for PJ Harvey many moons ago.  They were bloody awful.  Boring, droning, out of time and arrogant (when heckled, Warren Ellis got really shirty with the guy,  pulled some lose change out of his pocket and held it out, angrily: "You don't like it?  Here, go buy yourself a drink

Co-Ed Fever!  Not sure if that counts under your criteria, but since you mentioned it in the article about dopplegangers, I've been hooked on the fragment of crapitude available (http://www.youtube.com/watc… .  Even that small slither of tosh had me thinking "Who thought this was a good idea?" And then:  "I wonder

Thea Gilmore did "I Dreamed I Saw St Augustine" a few years ago and it was stunning.  Last year she extended this to the entire John Wesley Harding album which, much as I love Thea, was just…okay.  Still, performing the album live, she slipped in "I'll Remember You", which appears on this compilation.  Being one of