I love this.
I love this.
Caught a cold. Sitting in my room listening to The Velvet Underground’s Live at Max’s Kansas City in NYC Summer 1970 version of “Pale Blue Eyes” on repeat.
Happy Birthday, Ingmar Bergman. You haven’t had to face your fear of death for seven years.
Thanks for your patience, dearest readers, The strip and the puzzle now resume.
Fun fact: This was the first use of the word “googled” on television.
I remember I watched this a couple months ago and thought how weird that it must have been the first use of “Google’d”. Also, it was really weird when Giles leaves in season six, and the Scooby Gang just walks into the airport, willy nilly, without security or baggage checking, since that episode was filmed before 2001.
This is how you could get me to watch football.
For no particular reason, I decided to dig up and post an article my friend and Next Projection film critic Alex Griffith and I discussed and/or wrote about Quentin Tarantino’s Django Unchained, which was featured in Volume 55 Issue 8 of The Strand Student Newspaper at the University of Toronto. The newspaper’s site is effectively defunct. You can see the rest of the shitty newspaper by clicking on it that page, which features stuff on the page after our article.
Got cool glasses (read: Wayfarer sunglasses replaced with prescription lenses) a week ago.
But what’s the point of owning cool glasses if you’re not going to do anything cool with them?
I was watching one of my favourite films tonight, High Fidelity, when I came across something that had bugged me in most of my other viewings of said film, and also an episode of The West Wing I watched earlier today.
There’s a scene near the end of the film where Barry (a condescending music snob and record shop clerk played perfectly by Jack Black) and his new band “Sonic Death Monkey” surprisingly don’t play whatever you’d expect them to play, but rather Marvin Gaye’s “Let’s Get It On”. In this scene, there are a host of extras, who do regular audience things: clapping, cheering, dancing or grooving (what 40-somethings do at shows by young bands), and other regular stuff.
In the episode of The West Wing, some unnamed assistant politely interrupts a meeting with Josh, Toby, and a special interest group to inform the former that he has a call waiting. The four words he uses to inform Josh are the only ones in the episode, and – for all we know – the show’s history.
I’ve wondered, from time to time, how odd it is being an extra. A friend of mine was once an extra in a wedding scene for a fairly successful Canadian TV series. He mentioned that extras are paid fairly well for what they do: virtually nothing besides showing up and being in frame.
For the High Fidelity scene, there are plenty of extras who must cheer on what is likely a lip-synced performance, being somewhat choreographed by the cinematographer. Jack Black, irrespective of his visual performance or that on the recording, bears witness to a sea of people who must awkwardly dance, and then stop and restart for each take of the sequence
Although I’ve seen this Soft Focus interview with Steve Malkmus, I can only assume he’s mocking guitar shredding the same way I do.
Salvador Dali drawing a penis on the forehead of a woman and signing it with Picasso’s signature