I haven't seen it, but I gotta go with City of Angels anyway.

I actually enjoyed Bed-Sitting Room as a movie, as opposed to Skidoo, which is best enjoyed a s a messy experience, Carol Channing's see-through bra and all.

I thought the narrative confusion of Redux was overstated. I followed about 95% of it the first time around, and the second viewing cleared up a few minor confusions.

I love Ashes of Time Redux. One of the rare, rare films I saw twice in the theater.

godammit, department, not september.
while i'm here, what's with that awful edit at 0:15? if it doesn't work, it doesn't work. also, that kind of yelly shenanigans is piss-poor comedy. that's it.

Truth is Better Than Fiction Sept:
"Pizza deliveryman Brian Wells entered the bank with a time bomb rigged to his neck and told tellers he was being forced to rob the bank. After being stopped by police with more than $8,000 he robbed from the bank, the bomb exploded, killing Wells.

If you haven't already you should check out earlier stuff like Santa Barbara. That record's a little pop gem, especially compared to the extended style-vamping of records like Hawaii, as much as I like that too.

It's funny how that just becomes a call you make, jeff the dog. I normally hate things that sound like carbon copies, but with, say, that first Glass Candy record, I thought, wow is that ever early Siouxie Sioux…and for some reason I don't care! And it's hard not to give yourself over to that first Elastica record. It…

I agree, more or less, all I'm saying just be upfront about it. P. Diddy didn't try to slip it by everyone that he wrote Kashmir, y'know? And it would be nice if he played additional instruments, but he's just singing over a loop (on only two songs that I know of, although two more are mondo derivative of other…

Chrome Sitar—oh my God that sounds waaaay too much like Alan Vega's vocals. I mean, I've heard lots of things that sound like Suicide, and you just think, too bad for them they aren't more original, but this is off the charts. I thought I was annoyed before…you know what he is? He's a musical troll. Trying to make us…

Yeah, yeah, I pointed all this out and more in the record review of Dirty Beaches on this site. I thought it was too bad that the review didn't mention that these are actually SAMPLES (not just ripoffs, btw) of other songs (that's right, plural: thread is here: http://tinyurl.com/3wbm4ph), but, you know, you can't…

Two things—one, I love Cold Turkey. Two, I went to Space Camp (and Space Academy the following year), and thought Werner von Braun was the shit (from reading James Michner's Space). But then I blew out of that Alabama hole and went back to watching Fellini films in my Georgia semi-backwater.

Take credit for your own lack of interest
I find it impossible to believe that Alabama did not have a single video store that would carry Woody Allen films, or regular broadcast TV.

Spiral-corded kitchen phone?
there's one in my kitchen right now! and it's not ironic or anything…is that really a weird thing to have still?

Everyone seems crazy about "True Blue," but it just sounds like "Be My Little Baby" to me…not a sample, at least…

What's going on here?
Listen to "A hundred Highways" on the little amazon player there, and then check this out: http://www.youtube.com/watc…. It's just the exact song (with, yes, a borrowed bassline from Little Peggy March), with him vamping over it. And then "Lord Knows Best" is a healthy chunk of Francois Hardy's…

Huh…interesting.
I wonder what it sounds like. I wonder of what a small description of what it sounds like would read like.

Uh, so…
Creatures of the Night definitely saw them in make-up still. It was the album after that ("Lick it Up," I do believe) where they took it off.

Wrong Fellini
"Although Even The Rain opens with an explicit homage to 8 1/2…"
I'm guessing the helicopter carrying the cross is what you are referring to, considering it's all over the trailer and print ads…in which case, La Dolce Vita is your guy.

I think the difference is that it WAS a morph, not an abrupt about-face.