a seemingly random journey through cinema's heart of darkness. so to speak.

Wednesday, December 01, 2004

Stuff and junk

Today's Weekly stuff:
* An A-list (second or first one down, depending on your view) on the 1974 aggressively incomprehensible Sun Ra vehicle, Space is the Place;
* An Editor's Pick (at the very, very bottom) about an exhibit showcasing pics of a litany of old (and demolished) Philly movie palaces. (Our last remaining one, the Boyd-eventually-known-as-the-Sameric, has been under threat of wrecking ball for 2 1/2 years now. I'm technically on the committee, or a volunteer, or something.)
* Two reviews, one on Ousmane Sembene's Moolaadé, the other on Franco Zeffirelli's laughable Callas Forever.
* For the second week in a row, a very skimpy Rep. Next week's is far girth-ier.

Late breaking news: Zhang Yimou's House of Flying Daggers is kind of awesome -- awesome enough, in fact, that I ran out immediately for Hero, as MD'A guilted folks for preferring the former to the more lyrical latter. So is, in a different way, Norman Mailer's notorious 1987 Razzie-gobbler Tough Guys Don't Dance. "Oh god. Oh man. Oh god. Oh man. Oh god. Oh man. Oh god. Oh man. Oh god." (Might be missing a few.) I'll elaborate later. Maybe. But probably not.


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