Apichatpong Weerasethakul's "Frame by Frame" presentation last Friday (April 6) at the Pacific Film Archive of his lovely 2004 pain in the ass Tropical Malady didn't provide much in the way of explanations. Armed with a DVD player remote and an unpretentious appreciation of his own film, the Thai director instead offered truckloads of tiny, personal details as reassurance that the thick-growth trail through his story is a simple one if we just let it be.
This week, in Careers and Education, Justin Juul seeks expert help to write erotic prose. Here's his first attempt at the easy to publish, but not so easy to write, art form. And yes, he found a pseudonym.
The pirate costume I ordered from eBay was sitting in a box by my door when I got home last night. I took it upstairs, set it on the kitchen table, and poured myself a glass of rum. Read more »
Whereas David Lynch at times utilizes all the excesses of a bad rock video to give form to the dream logic of his films, Apichatpong "Joe" Weerasethakul creates quietly evocative cinematic reveries. Paced to the unhurried rhythms of their character's lives and structured around the landscapes (frequently, the verdantly green jungles of his native Thailand) in which they unfold, Apichatpong's films invite introspective contemplation as much as they have puzzled many an audience and critic. Read more »
Delroy Lindo has appeared in dozens of films over the years. Currently, he's directing Tanya Barfield’s Blue Door at Berkeley Repertory Theatre. Lindo, who played Herald Loomis in the Broadway run of August Wilson’s Joe Turner’s Come and Gone, has only recently returned to the stage. He brings the intensity and drive that comes through on the screen to his directorial work – this is the first time he’s directed in the Bay Area - and to his conversation. Read more »
No one knows more about timing than Lypsinka, who could school every MTV video clone of the past two decades on the art of talking silent and saying something. The lady is in town at the Plush Room with her most recent show, The Passion of the Crawford. While Passion draws upon an onstage interview with a drunk, fiesty and almost huggable Joan Crawford for much of its material, Lypsinka's portrayal is still hypnotically scathing, while also appreciative of the star's pre-feminist power. Read more »
I blame the cats. The Russian cats. The Moscow Cats Theatre. First of all, when the cat circus comes to town, I'm pretty sure there's a law on the books that you don't miss it under any circumstances. Actual performing cats! Kitties in little sparkly ruffs, scampering across high wires and jumping through hoops! Who passes that up??
Pretty much everyone I happen to know, it seems. Read more »
From the files of our cocktail sniffer Jonathan Beckhardt
I am sorry that I only contact you when i need something, but I was wondering if you could send me my whiskey-shoes. I imagine they're on the bottom shelf of my dresser, since I haven't worn them since Jim Holt's barbecue last summer. If you could get them in the mail this week, that would be great, as I need them for next Saturday. Read more »