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Who knew that writing about psychotic mutant hillbillies would be such a problem? I've been meaning to write about Alexandre Aja's remake of Wes Craven's The Hills Have Eyes for months now. With Halloween upon us, I figure it's now or never.
There's something theraputic about compiling a list/manifesto of lurve via e-mail. That's what I found myself doing the past couple of days with Nayiri, friend and co-editrix of Horny Gandhi. Ostensibly this is a list of things we mutually love; for the most part it really is. I will confess that I had to google a couple of her selections, and I really can't say that I love (or am even familiar with) some of her selections that deal with makeup, purses, and fashion-designers. But I trust her, she has impeccable taste. Anyway.
Yes, Marie Antoinette again.
A confession: I love nasty, below-the-belt political ads. And because some of my readers don't live in the California area, I fear that they will live their lives having never experienced the brilliance that is this anti-Jerry Brown ad.
When I walked out of an advance screening of Wes Anderson's The Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou two years ago, I remember thinking "So this is what all his detractors saw in his earlier films." Precocious and two-dimensional, Anderson made the (perfecto) art direction and (flawless) soundtrack do all the heavy-lifting and couldn't be bothered with little things like, you know, a well-formed script or compelling characters. That said, Zissou isn't without its moments--even though it's done nothing to really merit it, I still get choked up when I see that Jaguar Shark/"In twelve years, he'll be eleven and a half"/Sigur Ros scene--it's just a huge let down.
As my admiration for Armond White surely attests, I love me verbose contrarians. It will come as no surprise to you, then, that Ian Parker's recent New Yorker profile of Christopher Hitchens was like Christmas morning for me. How can you deny a man who talks about the transformative power of Proust in one sentence and then drops this:
Hitchens claims to be unperturbed by his critics. "You'd think I'd driven over their pets and abducted their daughters," Hitchens said. "I'd like to know what brings them on." A pause. "So I could do it more." He added, "People say, 'What's it like to be a minority of one, or a kick-bag for the internet?' It washes off me like jizz off a porn star's face."