once again: bullet-points!

In today's Philly Weekly, interested parties can catch my following words:
* A tad too personalized reaction to the new IFC reality show, Film School,
* My bread and butter. Take that, Stanley Kramer! (Oh wait. He's dead.)

Not to make promises, but expect a post in the next couple days on the late Stan Brakhage, whose films -- at lost the mild percentage of which I caught on Criterion's nifty by Brakhage disc -- I spent the Labor Day Weekend devouring. You lucky people.