listening to this again and it's weird, given that GBV is to an extent a pastiche of all of Pollard's favourite music, that there's now a band that sounds like a pastiche of GBV specifically, but I have never heard anyone else nail that sound so completely

related: R.E.M. were still one of the biggest active bands in the world in 1998 and Michael Stipe provides the end credits song here, something I can't imagine a musician of his level of popularity at that time doing ten years earlier or later

watching Solondz's Happiness for the first time since the early 00s and I don't think it's a case of 'you couldn't make this nowadays!' but I do think there was a vanishingly small window of time in which this makes over $5 million at the box office, which it somehow found

nearly 20 years after first reading about in the A.V. Club finally caught Stuart Gordon's Stuck, which was barely released here at the time, and though superficially there's not much overlap between them it feels like it would be a very solid double bill with Raimi's Send Help?

okay I'll bite, who is 'Timothée Chalamet'

*the first two scenes of Act 3 (and while I'm fixing the typo let me also throw in 'I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him', which, lest we forget, *directly follows 'friends, Romans, countrymen'*)

complete Shakespeare project has hit Julius Caesar, and it seems doubtful that any production of Shakespeare has ever gone harder than the Mercury Theatre staging where Orson Welles as Brutus literally (accidentally) stabbed his Caesar

it's wild that Soderbergh is so prolific that the halfway point of his filmography is now Che, and that he's now made as many movies since coming out of 'retirement' as he did between sex, lies, and videotape and Full Frontal

lmao Sherilyn Fenn hitting Danny Aiello with the 'may he rest in peace. BUT,'

listening now and feel absolutely ancient knowing these records were made by someone who was born in 2005 but this kid has the juice, it's reassuring to know we have a back-up Robert Pollard as the original model edges towards 70

the wilder detail contained herein is that he was interviewed for Runner's World by Haruki Murakami???

I just had to read Mark Linkous being described as having 'naive Muppet' vocals

watching Dead Ringers. they should let Jeremy Irons be in a good movie again, as a treat.

this is like one of those unlikely animal friendships videos

Markwayne is the kind of name you find looking at production credits seven tracks deep on a Your Old Droog project

widow handing my recovered Meta glasses to Werner Herzog who watches the last saved video of me trying to eat too big a sandwich

thinking about how the Archers could really have made something from this same material, the weird sequence of nationalistic transcendence in Westminster Abbey has echoes of A Canterbury Tale, the sense of lives caught up in geopolitics also found in Colonel Blimp

there's a woman we often talk to when we go to the GFT who, since that period last summer when he was in literally everything, has insisted I look like Pedro Pascal. today, having seen The Secret Agent, she threw Wagner Moura into the mix. as far as I'm aware I have zero Latin heritage.

have had the Sharp Pins albums wishlisted on Bandcamp for ages waiting in vain for UK delivery costs to come down, was gonna finally bite the bullet and just download them tomorrow then miraculously found the first two second hand in @monorailmusic.bsky.social for roughly the cost of a download each

I can’t get over how terrified Starmer looks

reading The Little Sister and the more Chandler I read, and the more he casually tosses out lines like 'She smelled the way the Taj Mahal looks by moonlight', the more I'm sure that, sentence by sentence, he's the greatest stylist of the 20th century, at least

[Superchunk] me and you and

Olivier did not possess what you would call a flair for romance or comedy but The Prince & The Showgirl is Jack Cardiff shooting Marilyn Monroe, in colour, and from the pristine 35mm print I just saw, that's a three star baseline

one of my great cinematic regrets is that Bill Douglas died before he got around to his planned adaptation of James Hogg's The Private Memoirs and Confessions of a Justified Sinner (but if Lynne Ramsay wanted to take a crack at it I wouldn't be mad)

AI US military adviser/foot fetish model, there are cathedrals everywhere for those with eyes to see

butcher; tyre factory worker/trucker/taxi driver; and here I am, a vegetarian who can't drive

for some reason it's wilder to me that Bellocchio made this in 1965 and is still (or at least until very recently was) working than comparable spans for Coppola and Scorsese, maybe because this feels much more assured and fully formed than You're A Big Boy Now or Who's That Knocking At My Door

watching Bellocchio's Fists in the Pocket and, unfortunately,

second question

Please enjoy this collection of vintage mirrored coke trays I found on eBay as part of an insane estate sale 12 years ago and just remembered existed

streaming has fucked over so many industries in so many ways but at the same time there is still something miraculous to just being able to hit play on a lesser considered Preminger film on a Wednesday evening (The Fan, leaving Criterion at the end of the month)

excellent 'concerned subject of local news story' photo made better by the credit implying she took it herself

If you smell toast, you might be having a stroke... a stroke of luck that is. It’s toast time.

they really say 'waiting for Godot' an awful lot in Waiting For Godot

Nation Admittedly Curious To Hear How Trump Pronounces ‘Strait Of Hormuz’ https://theonion.com/nation-admittedly-curious-to-hear-how-trump-pronounces-strait-of-hormuz/

on the one hand it really feels like a degradation of journalism for the BBC to post tweets like they're interview quotes or official statements but on the other it is very funny

what happened with Amenábar, how did he go from making three films in a row of increasing prestige and visibility (The Sea Inside won the Oscar for Best Foreign Language Film!) to subsequently making four films in 20 years that not a single person has ever heard of

giant ape, dinosaur world, eureka springs, arkansas, 1994

Up the fucking RA

got The Others on on Criterion and upset that something whose release came well into my teens texturally now feels like An Old Film, nothing looks like this now

for fuck's SAKE www.glasgowbell.co.uk/trongate-103...

Tom Holland and Zendaya the first A-list married couple who look like literal children to me so I guess this tracks

HEGSETH: *points to general's ribbon bars* "What'd you get that one for? Fucking your mother?" GENERAL: *sternly* killing vietnamese children

thought this was Lord Quas

I get why people like Weapons, and why they like Amy Madigan in Weapons, but I can't really get on board with it, or any of the current wave of horror guys whose biggest fears include women over 50 who aren't conventionally attractive (although the post below is specifically about the gay couple)

on first listen this is immediately a top-tier Sturgill album

I don't think I ever put this together before but Ozu put out Good Morning and Floating Weeds in the same *year*??? god damn

Johnny Blue Skies & The Dark Clouds surprise-release new album 'Mutiny After Midnight'