under the dokken where the krokus bloom.

yers, it's the type of person, whom i've been at times in my life, that you have to tell: "this isn't the way the world works. what we tell you is in your best interest, so do it." but, as i know in retrospect, that doesn't sink in.

yet he declined an opportunity to direct riptide. cryptic!

mmm. market forces.

i'd lobby for his remaking welcome home, brother charles.

i really dug this film, and for those of you in king county, washington ("renamed" for mlk in sentiment to alloy with revisionist political correctness) this dvd is available for check-out from kcls.org.

i tried and hated trout mask replica when i was 17. not deterred, i found a tape of safe as milk a coupla years later. it remains my favorite, though i didn't explore much beyond a relatively recent acquisition of: Dust Blows Forward: An
Anthology .

blokus is great fun.

seen it. she oversold the bit with too much, i dunno, theatre passion. could see how faris might have played it smoother, a la scary movie [aka too dumb to know it's not real].

fer sure. rabin's that kid in the honeycomb hideout that the rest of the gang has to constantly remind to STFU. the wookie bit had to be the apex/nadir of his risky hyperbole.

placing hold @ library. thanks for the recommendation.

wotan's day

i too only saw it once. chapel hill, nc in 1993 or 1994 at the varsity theatre. brutal but funny and charming until the rape. that felt like a freefall with no end. just managed to endure the remainder of the film.

pop culture resolutions:

i'm gonna take that jeopardy test too! good luck, @avclub-1b1f9a3e639ecc53f335314fc9d8403b:disqus .

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i'll play.

i tried to begin a new family christmas viewing tradition by giving my brother a copy of coopers' christmas. seriously, folks, do not sleep on this awesome slice of secretly canadiana. i've not yet heard from my brother and his wife what they think of uncle nick, but i expect good things.

stories is, to me, like pj harvey's channeling of all the great female "punk rock" artists. i hear patti smith, patti smythe, blondie, even sandy denny. i like plenty of her other works from rid of me to let england shake, but stories rarely fails to uplift, even when she's singing about terrible things.

matthau in the late 60s to the late 70s rarely had a misstep, based on the action films of his in that era. try hopscotch when you get a chance.