Easter Leftovers

March 25th, 2008

Volk

I’ll have photos from holiday sojourn on Cape Cod later, but in the meantime I wanted to point to Commander König’s eerie and beautiful Easter-inspired photo series.

I just happened to mention Phish’s 1998 Prague shows the other day — turns out, the second night is being officially released on LivePhish today. You can listen to the Ghost for free. Some other time, I’ll tell you about how we stayed at an expat commune stalked by a mysterious “sickness” and the mirthless lectures on materialism I received from a future Park Slope real estate agent. I still have the poster we managed to rip off a downtown wall without being arrested by the Czech secret police.

Screening-wise, it’s been a slow week. I walked out of Olivier Assays’ Boarding Gate after it became clear that the tats on Asia Argento were the only interesting thing about it. Instead, I’ve been obsessing over my There Will Be Blood DVD — much more on this later.

Boarding Gate. Olivier Assayas, 2007. N/R

Two reviews of movies opening this week just went up on About.com: David Gordon Green’s drama Snow Angels and the Jason Statham heist flick The Bank Job.  This afternoon, I’m seeing Michael Haneke’s U.S. remake of his own Funny Games, and press screenings for New Directors/New Films start tomorrow.

In the meantime, a few items of note:

Snow Angels. David Gordon Green, 2008. **
The Bank Job. Roger Donaldson, 2008. **

Major Cyrillus

January 13th, 2008

The first three installments of Major Cyrillus Mystical Trip to Mars are online at Es ist Mitternacht John, the blog of Commander Koenig a.k.a. my good friend Jochen Carbuhn. By way of introduction, here is his greeting:

Ich bin höchst erfreut Ihnen die Wiedereröffnung des Mad Scientist Memorial Theaters verkünden zu dürfen, die Bühne des gescheiterten Experiments, welche sich ausschließlich populärmetaphysischen Themen widmet, wie zum Beispiel: “Wer war nochmal der fünfte Reiter der Apokalypse?” Unter dem Motto “Schwarze Milch - aber sauer, bitte” versammeln sich Künstler, Autoren und Kiezgrößen, die unter Zwangsneurosen, Existenzangst und Schlaflosigkeit leiden, um Ihnen den “final Nightcap” zu verpassen: Es ist Mitternacht, James. Vorhang auf!