Miniature candy bars before breakfast, random spashes of fake blood on my Converse, death threats, Misfits on the iPod, Freddy Krueger watch on my wrist ... could be any other Tuesday in my life, really. But hot damn, y'all, it's Halloween!! BOO-ya!
So, I was up late last night chattin' with Captain Howdy about some of the reasons for the season. The good Cap'n suggested I post some Oct 31-friendly links for your enjoyment. Read more »
Probably the number one question I get asked in life (besides "Yo, Eddy, what the hell is on that sandwich?") is "What's your favorite horror film?" My knee-jerk response is, of course, Halloween -- I'm obsessed with John Carpenter, Donald Pleasence is nothing but fun to watch, and though I have the entire movie memorized, I never, ever get bored of it. Read more »
Back in the late ‘90s I lived in Portland for a brief spell. At the time, Old Joy writer Jon Raymond was editing the magazine Plazm, and I contributed some articles on subjects such as a band with a robotic drummer. Occasionally, he and I would have lunch or go to a party or a movie, sometimes with Miranda July, who was just beginning to make short films. Read more »
It would be physically impossible to find a cooler film subject than the late Ed “Big Daddy” Roth, the hugely influential and wildly creative artist beloved for his customized cars and monster cartoons (including Rat Fink, born of the SoCal resident’s rejection of Mickey Mouse and all the cookie-cutter mainstreamness represented by the then-brand-new Disneyland). Read more »
By Sarah Phelan
Former Biosphere 2 crew member Jane Poynter speaks with a endearing British accent, says “bloody” when she gets excited and believes the two-year-and twenty-minute-long project of which she was part, is “one of the most publicly misunderstood and undervalued projects” of the 20th century.”
Or 21st century, given that the impact of the project—a mini-version of Biosphere 1, or Planet Earth, involving four men and four women isolated in a three-acre glass and steel structure near Tucson—continues to elude people to this very day.
I am beyond tardy with my Vancouver reports. An endless array of office tasks leaves me to merely imagine writing them while (cue violins) riding the bus to or from work.
But an hour or two of "free" time has opened up, and today, as the 25th VIFF winds down, is as good a time as any to talk briefly about this year's Dragons and Tigers Award for Young Cinema. Read more »
*The following is an (extremely) expanded version of an interview that appears in this week’s San Francisco Bay Guardian.
Director Paul Rachman and writer Steven Blush collaborated on every aspect of their new music doc, American Hardcore. “This is a two-person operation,” Blush explained as we settled into a booth at a not-very-punk-but-hey-we-were-hungry downtown San Francisco restaurant. Read more »
Better late than never right? Way back on September 21st I checked out the opening of Keegan McHargue's show The Control Group at Metro Pictures Gallery in Chelsea. The hugely successful opening followed on the heels of Keegan being featured on the cover of the Guardian's Fall Arts Preview. Here's the artist with his mom and dad:
It was impossible not to feel SF pride and I think Keegan was happy to see some homefolk in the Big Apple. Read more »
That's my motto. I'm gonna get it tattooed in Olde English letters across my stomach, "Thug Life"-style. With the two question marks and everything. Here's a couple of new recommendations for my doc-loving homies.
Tonight on IFC: the premiere of Rank, director John Hyams' look at the elite ranks of the professional bull-riding circuit. (Hyams previously made a film for HBO about mixed martial arts fighting called The Smashing Machine. Read more »