

Full color versions of the three shown here as well as several otherswill be available in an upcoming Ivan Brunetti edited anthology.


Full color versions of the three shown here as well as several others
Today, I pulled another classic Spath move when I thought I accidentally threw away a DigiBeta tape a filmmaker had mailed into the fest. This is significant because after we make selections for the festival, filmmakers will send in a screening-quality replacement for their festival review turd. That usually equates to a higher expense than your standard writable DVD. I scurried about the office trying to find the misplaced tape, but alas to no avail. I tore through drawers and stacks on my desk. I rooted through the piles under my desk and cabinets on it. Nothing. I decided drastic action had to be taken and I found myself wallowing in the dumpster tearing through the trash bags I had disposed of earlier today. I came up empty handed. What was I to do? Tapes like that are not cheap for the independent filmmaker and how do I explain I threw the tape away? I came back inside with dwindling hope and looked through the stacks of tapes I had already received daring the tape to exist against all odds. Amazingly, the tape was sitting right on my desk, underneath another albeit in the wrong program stack. I had looked at this tape multiple times before in my search. This raises many, many questions:
Why do I not know how to read?
Why is this guy my new roommate? 

Okay, people, it's time for me to come clean. I'm lazy. If you look at my blog over the course of the last month or so, it's all videos and links and pictures and ha-ha funny time. Nobody wants that. What about my insightful, hardboiled reviews of movies or poignant, colorful thoughts on comic books? A waste of time. I bore you, I bore myself. Okay, it's brass tax time. I've been super busy. I wrapped up shorts selections for the festival last week and now it's time to corral all of the invited shorts. I've fallen way behind on several other projects: the Beast video, the Rocky Horror video, and Rhonda's antique video. I do want to post a quick review of a nice weekend.
Friday, Karibe and I went to "Birth of the Cool" at the Kemper Art Museum on Wash U's campus. This was a lot of fun - lots of neat art, photography, music - just not enough time to see it all. Especially when you spend too much time in the money museum downstairs! We hope to get back before the installation closes (Jan. 5) and spend a little more time in the music section. You should, too. We had planned on watching "The Man With The Golden Arm" when we got back home, but MetroLink was against that plan, what with its half hour wait between departing trains at Shrewsbury. However, if you are a county resident, you should still vote for Metro expansion in November. We arrived home too late to spin the film - Kara's VBall tourney started early the next morn. We settled on a couple of "The Office" episodes and ice cream instead.
Look who's shacking up now. In the world of quasi-celebrity and 15 minute fame, it's nice to see that freaks still have a place in this world. Through the days of pagans and knights to housewives and men in gray flannel suits, these gentle gypsies and humble homunculi, these mysteries of nature and aberrations of humanity, these circus creatures still have a niche in our society. And the Lord among them? This gent...
Amy Poehler is leaving Saturday Night Live as she prepares for the birth of her first child. This just begs the question: Who cares? I feel bad for Will Arnett. Great taste for comedy, poor taste for women. Poehler will next appear in a spinoff of "The Office." It will be nice to watch that crash and burn around her.
Four years ago, I read an article about a video game I will never play. The article featured a discussion between David Duchovny and Marilyn Manson. I am a bit of a Duchovny fan, but have never been much for Manson. I don't know if it's my own bias, but he really comes off as narcissistic SOB. I hope that is not just a reflection of dislike for my own self. Regardless you can check out the link above for the full, interview, or here for the article as I read it (or page 1, 2, 3, & 4). I found it be a rather insightful converstation - the two share similar tastes and are interested in media structure and criticism. I was just put off by Manson's incessant need to baby-spoon feed Duchovny ideas and recommendations. Duchovny actually counters Manson by having read certain books or being familiar with certain techniques and themes. Much to Manson's dismay, I'm sure.
My pal, Ben, will be staging an art show, his second in the last few months, at Cranky Yellow on Cherokee. The date is October 3rd, be there, be square, Ben takes all kinds. He's been working so feverishly lately it's like his brain did this:

"Burn After Reading," the new film by the Coen Brothers, is set for release on September 12. The poster art, embedded here seems to bear much influence from Sal Bass, an artist and designer whose work is most closely associated with Alfred Hitchcock, Otto Preminger, and Martin Scorsese. Not a bad gig. His work is more shiek than chic, but it definitely has a sort of retro-cool. Anyone who is a fan of opening title sequences is okay by me.