After many recommendations from friends that I simply forgot to follow up on, I finally watched the documentary Marwencol.  Amazing— funny, painful, and jaw-dropping.  Went to the official site for more views of the photos and realized I'd seen some of them before in a gallery somewhere— they had been interesting at…

You can't go wrong with Pod People and Cave Dwellers, which get mentioned a lot, but also my favorite underappreciated episode: I Accuse My Parents.  It comes with a short on truck farming that is highly educational.

That is pretty amazing, yeah, certainly for the guitar work.  I've never really cared much for extended solos, but Thompson's have a weird, emotional angularity that's really unique.  I'll always prefer the studio version for its lovely, melancholy production, but that's about the finest live version a person could…

And "Waltzing's for Dreamers".

I believe that's her default.

I have a real weakness for "Calvary Cross", the title song, and "The Great Valerio".  This album's definitely less polished than Shoot out the Lights, and Thompson's voice hasn't gotten its maturity yet, but it's a very engaging record in its way.

They don't have the soul of a Pinto '72.

I was at an outdoor solo show of Thompson's once in a rural remote spot, with a few friends, one of whom played guitar in a local combo.  After the concert everyone was trudging through the darkness back to the parking lot, when the guitarist noticed a lonely anonymous figure sort of hanging out by the stage's rear.

You know, I'm not really sure I understand the usage of "decency" here, but I think that left the cultural map somewhere back in 2000.

The Howling's werewolves are much more satisfying visually.  American Werewolf arguably has the more memorable transformation sequence, but I never was quite happy with the creature that it produced.  But those tall, gangling things in Dante's movie have a nice spooky folktale-feel.

Aaah!  The elves!  The elves are back!  Stop looking at me like that.

I've always thought that The Body Snatcher was some of Karloff's best work.  His scenes with Henry Daniell are really superb.

"I regret now listening to Mr. Cheney's advice."

Huh.  It's been a long time since I've read them.

Didn't Curse of the Cat People get written up in one of them?  Or did I dream that?

It really is worth a watch.  For all of its budgetary limitations and the lurid title and the potentially lurid subject matter, I would honestly call it one of the most fascinating American films of the 1940s.

Is that one any good?  It seems like Lewton's non-horror productions rarely get mentioned.

Several years before The Wide Sargasso Sea, it must be noted.

Jackie Gleason and Orson Welles both squeaked out 70, though barely.

Breathe, dammit, breathe!  You've never given up on anything in your life!  Or maybe you have, I don't know the details.