This was a fawning look at Coolidge’s life and tenure as the 30th President. It was okay up to a point, but there’s something about biographies that just don’t click with me. No matter how interesting the person’s life was (and Coolidge’s was only moderately interesting), they will never match a good old fashioned fictional story.
I’ve been using this Web site as a place to show and sell my art for nearly twenty years. In that time I have sold exactly zero prints. I know I haven’t exactly been P.T. Barnum when it comes to self-promotion, but seriously, zero? I have even offered prints for free with no takers.
Well, today is the day that all changes. I am now selling my prints on Etsy.com! This means they’ll handle the billing and shipping calculations and you can sit back, relax and send me all your money!
You can still browse my work on this site and if the art happens to be for sale there will be a big old link in the sidebar for you to click. Impulse buying is allowed.
Another solid giallo score from Morricone. There are three main themes here: “Bambole”, “Spasmo”, and “Stress Infinito”. The first is mellow and dreamy. The second darker and more mysterious. Finally, the third is about weird sounds and experimentation. If you don’t mind the repetition this is a pretty good CD.
When not using the Sandoz moniker to make intense dub reggae albums, Richard H. Kirk’s side project sounds much like his other solo work. There are African rhythms sampled here and there, but, for the most part, this is smooth, not-quite-dancy electronica. I’m not really willing to make the commitment to get into contemporary EDM. Only collecting post-Cabaret Voltaire projects is enough for me to make a claim as to having a large electronic music collection.
We watched this movie because my kid was in a local production of the musical version and I wanted her to see the original. I thought it was quite good although it can’t compare with John Waters’ earlier movies. Yet, even though it’s pretty mainstream, there was still quite a bit of demented stuff lingering throughout.
A bright and colorful comedic kung-fu movie about a young widow who was tasked with protecting a family fortune from a greedy brother. The joke is that the young girl is treated as though she is an elderly matron as she discovers the excitement of early twentieth century China. The fights were so-so despite Gordon Liu in a wig and the “jokes” didn’t quite nail it for me.
The only reason I knew that this movie existed was a YouTube review of the soundtrack by Sean Rowley. The music is by a group called Cat’s Eyes and it has a cool Julee Cruise vibe throughout. The film itself a slow, arty story about two women in a sort of S&M relationship. Sounds sexy right? Well, there are far more close-ups of bugs than any actual skin on the screen and I wasn’t really sure if all this was supposed to be a joke. I don’t want to sound judgmental, when someone longs to be a “human toilet” I don’t know whether to laugh or cry. Sure, whatever floats your boat but all I know is that I don’t want them preparing any meals for me.
Although I was entertained for the most part, it’s hard not to see that this movie desperately wants to be a John Waters film. It (fortunately) isn’t as shocklingly gross as a Waters movie, but it also lacks a bit of the heart of Waters. These are just nasty characters with no humanity (or clothes). All the while it’s just trying oh so hard to be a cult film. Still, it’s quite funny in the exploitative way of a Tim & Eric sketch.