July 2009
6 posts
Quote of the Day
Some fine sarcasm on display: [Rex Reed] complains about the gorgeous, subdued cinematography of Bruno Delbonnel, who previously worked with the notoriously muted Jean-Pierre Jeunet on visually uninspired films like Amélie and A Very Long Engagement, and is the second untalented cinematographer in a row David Yates has chosen to work alongside—the first being Slawomir Idziak, a Polish hack so...
Quote of the Day
Cali is in a deathspin, held hostage by a minority of legislators and a washed-up actor. As one wag put it, Schwarzenegger actually was sent from the future to destroy us.From Balloon Juice’s comment section. Posted via email from was it something i said? | Comment »
At last
Just like whining before a party you don’t much want to go to, my last post seemed to dispel the worst of my fears for the looong night. Actually got some sleep, at least a few winks here and there, and arrived Shanghai reasonably sane. My back is shot again, and I smell like an outhouse, but I don’t feel overly homicidal. All I can add to that is: thank God for Iain M. Banks and Bill...
On the road again
So I’m on the train from Xian to Shanghai, and my buddy and I found ourselves sharing a tiny room in a so-called “soft sleeper” - a misnomer, to be sure - with three generations of Chinese women. Mom, her mom, and the youngest. They seem nice enough, but it’s still pretty awkward. The ride is roughly 14 hours, and I doubt I’ll sleep more now than on the previous...
Hollywood and such
Just read on /film that Eli Roth, the cinematic mastermind behind Cabin Fever, Hostel and Hostel 2 decided not to direct the movie version of Stephen King’s kinda-sorta entertaining novel Cell.
I walked off Cell kind of quietly,” Roth says. “There was just sort of a difference in opinion on how to make to film and what the story should be, and there’s a different direction the studio wants...
Fragment
The signal is transmitted from an undisclosed location; rumor has it old man Lupin knows, but he’s not talking, not anymore, anyhow. Old man Lupin stares at the sky every night, like he’s waiting for something, something bad, to go down, but he never lets on exactly what; like I said, he’s not talking much anyhow. Then the signal fades and you never know if it’s coming...
