When making this “style” of indie realist film there is no margin for errors and one of the many things that make this movie amazing is I think there actually aren’t any.
Some fine cinematography but the gratuitous amounts of blood and mutilation make it only slightly more disgusting than the dialogue and lack of authenticity in detail make it ridiculous.
Hey, I am down here in Melbourne. My band Immigrant Union has a residency every Thursday night in February at The Tote, 71 Johnson street in Collingwood. You should come down, it will be great.
This is what I read over the holiday season. I just found out there’s some kind of mini-series of it and that makes perfect sense.
“Soap opera.” I stewed for weeks over how to describe it and finally (after giving up almost a month ago) those two words really nail it for me. Ironically this book came into my life soon after the Thomas Hardy debacle and I say ironic because if I were to put that name before the two aforementioned words it would describe this book even better. It seemed to me that Ken Follett was a depressed gay hairdresser who had read every Hardy novel between high school and college so when he cut hair he would tell the ladies Thomas Hardy stories.
Judging from “Pillars” though, he clearly had mixed up the characters and plots so badly that by the time Bev or Jan or whomever urged him to write his own book he was happily free of any real plagiaristic details.
Well the book is a real fun read if you don’t mind cheap and catty set in a rich historical tapestry in which case you might also try “I, Claudius”.
Dandy fans, music lovers, philanthropists, rockers, mothers, etc.,
Jackie Weissman is close to finishing a documentary call RockNRoll Mamas in which I am one of the primary subjects.
She has started a Kickstarter fund in order to finish editing and secure music rights. While she has met the goal of $8,000, much more is needed for image and music clearance costs, and to help with the expenses that I have accrued while working on composing original pieces for the film. Every little bit helps so please donate today.
Wow, this is one of the worst after school specials I’ve ever seen (hammy writing, flagrant overacting etc.), yet I must’ve been asked about thirty times if I’d seen it.
Whoa, for a second there I thought Agatha Christie was alive and well and writing under a Swedish pseudonym and oh, watching way too much Law & Order SVU.