Showing posts with label Halloween. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Halloween. Show all posts
Sunday, October 7, 2007
Monday, April 9, 2007
It All Evens Out
1. The Sopranos season premier was better than most films I've seen recently. As GC calls it, 'little one-hour masterpieces." Somehow, I see why they justify their $100 box sets, as it really is the cost of that many minutes in film, "not TV," as HBO says. Not that I will buy it. I want single episodes in my collection: last night's; last season's meditation on mob masculinity's relationship to homophobia; the Pine Barrens episode directed by Buscemi; and the one directed by Mike Figgis.
2. I'm in abusive relationship with two cheap DVD players. One, the multi-regional (even PAL) Sampo, won't play discs very often, but when it does, they're in awesome surround sound. The other, the Sungale, has shitty sound, but always plays discs--until it decides to carve a circular scratch into them. So I thought I might buy this:
because I want it anyway (someday) and it would absorb the cost of a new DVD player, too. Notice the cylon fighter control. I bet your hand mushes right into that thing while another line inserts into your spinal column. Fuck yeah! But it costs mimimum $600. When I took my car in today to fix a flat, get it inspected, and get an oil change, guess what? It will cost me $600! Irony is a bitter old man with a grey beard, fishy breath, and cheap coffee he brews on the stove of his one-room shack.
3. In talking with my new friend S about literature, I realized that as much as I have contempt for "feel good" texts, she knows infinitely more about her chosen genre--romance novels--than I do about my genre. I know I won't be able to read many romance novels, but I'm fascinated by their ability to manipulate readers using the keep-the-lovers-together-then-pull-them-apart method. Like I don't LOVE keep-the-monster-away-then-make-it-jump-out.
4. I've been re-reading my dissertation and am horrified by the number of typos. I am cursed never to see them until after the whole world can download them.
5. The Halloween trailer is finally out. I say with trepidation, it could be good. I liked The Devil's Rejects, but not so much House of a Thousand Corpses. I'm not expecting the usual shot-by-shot aping of Carpenter's masterpiece, but a making it bloodier and grittier: grindhousier. Let the flaming begin on this one: I won't defend him. But I think we just can't tell.
http://movies.yahoo.com/feature/halloween.html
2. I'm in abusive relationship with two cheap DVD players. One, the multi-regional (even PAL) Sampo, won't play discs very often, but when it does, they're in awesome surround sound. The other, the Sungale, has shitty sound, but always plays discs--until it decides to carve a circular scratch into them. So I thought I might buy this:
because I want it anyway (someday) and it would absorb the cost of a new DVD player, too. Notice the cylon fighter control. I bet your hand mushes right into that thing while another line inserts into your spinal column. Fuck yeah! But it costs mimimum $600. When I took my car in today to fix a flat, get it inspected, and get an oil change, guess what? It will cost me $600! Irony is a bitter old man with a grey beard, fishy breath, and cheap coffee he brews on the stove of his one-room shack.
3. In talking with my new friend S about literature, I realized that as much as I have contempt for "feel good" texts, she knows infinitely more about her chosen genre--romance novels--than I do about my genre. I know I won't be able to read many romance novels, but I'm fascinated by their ability to manipulate readers using the keep-the-lovers-together-then-pull-them-apart method. Like I don't LOVE keep-the-monster-away-then-make-it-jump-out.
4. I've been re-reading my dissertation and am horrified by the number of typos. I am cursed never to see them until after the whole world can download them.
5. The Halloween trailer is finally out. I say with trepidation, it could be good. I liked The Devil's Rejects, but not so much House of a Thousand Corpses. I'm not expecting the usual shot-by-shot aping of Carpenter's masterpiece, but a making it bloodier and grittier: grindhousier. Let the flaming begin on this one: I won't defend him. But I think we just can't tell.
http://movies.yahoo.com/feature/halloween.html
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