Best of the Year So Far: the June post
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A Lifetime of Cinema: a Favorite Film for Every Year I’ve Been Around
This idea looked like so much fun that I had to steal it, title and all, from Sean Munger (click here for a pic of him and me and some dude named William Nolan). Also? I’ll try not to steal all his, even though we share the same span of years, and probably had the same
Best of the Year so far: the February Post
Getting to a few of these kind of the year-after. But, man, they’re no less excellent for it: Â
Landis, Cronenberg, Carpenter, and Garris
This may turn out to be the absolute coolest thing I see all year. Not just these four in a single conversation, these four all talking WHEN they’re talking.
Best of 2016
Best movie’s a hard call, especially as I’ve yet to see The Eyes of My Mother or Nocturnal Animals or Moana or Kubo and the Two Strings. Also? I doubt I’ve seen just all that many of the award-contenders either. But I did luck into a few good theaters/iTunes rentals/Netflixes: Television of course is the
So, I’m Kind of Still and Always Head Over Heels for Scream
http://www.blumhouse.com/2016/11/22/a-letter-from-screams-maureen-prescott-to-her-daughter-sidney/
Trump
I’m going to start this out in a way I’ve never felt I had to start anything out online: this is just me, talking. Not for any of the schools I teach at, any organizations I’m in. Just me, on my personal site. Check the URL up there: it’s my name, one of my book
The Marky Lights
Waylon’s “Luchenbach, Texas” was, I’m pretty sure, the first song I ever learned all the words to. Or, most of the words. I never knew “marquee” until years and years later. Somewhere around high school, I’d guess, if not undergrad. When I was five, though, and then when I was ten, and fifteen, it was
I Want My MTV
oFirst, I audio’d this, which made it sometimes confusing. Being an oral history, which is to say, “block of pertinent quote” led into by attribution, all read here by and in the same voice, I kept having to tap back twenty seconds, to hear again WHO I was listening to. Maybe ten hours in, though,
Scream Queens and Mongrels
Wonder when, or if, I’ll ever stop seeing werewolf stuff everywhere? This is from the second episode of the second season of Scream Queens. Remember how Halloween night is the one night all the werewolves can run free, because no cop’s answering a call about “werewolves?” Mongrels isn’t the only story that knows that.
AMC’s Preacher
Very much digging it. Not at all an easy adaptation. Dug the comic, of course. And really digging his supercab Ford in the television version: I’ve watched so many shows just to get to look at the ride. This may be another, in a very long line.
October is for Werewolf Movies
Also, all the other months. But it’s in October that I’m getting to intro Wolfen, The Company of Wolves, and The Howling. Talking about Wolfen at The Alamo Drafthouse down in Denver: [ link ] TalkingThe Company of Wolves and The Howling here at CU Boulder’s International Film Series: [ link / link ] Need
The Drinky Bird Endures
Not going to try to claim When Harry Met Sally and Alien are the EXACT same movie, don’t get me wrong. But, I DID watch them back-to-back last night, and found what might be a secret code or symbol or key to the universe—both feature this mesmerizing drinky bird: Â
Those Winchesters
Yeah, Deadwood and Hannibal and Breaking Bad, and STNG and X-Files and Twin Peaks, and Brisco Co., Jr and The Good Guys and Newsradio and Happy Valley and Monk and Northern Exposure and Psych and all the rest—all my favorite television stuff. Still, none of them have ever been quite this cool:
Today’s Westerns
What I think about after peeling back through all those years of the Western movie, it’s the western now. As in, why was all the cool stuff back when? Is the myth of the Old West not as vital anymore? Are we telling ourselves different stories today? And how has the Western movie changed? Did
Mongrels werewolf on Bitten
Third ep of season 3, a newly longhaired Clay and an about-to-shift teen werewolf:
Couple Weeks’ of Westerns
I think I fell into a tailspin of rewatching—and watching for the first time, in some cases—Westerns over August because of a couple of things, that happened right close to each other: I read Joe R. Lansdale’s Paradise Sky, which was and is amazing, and I rented Forsaken, which is also really, really good. Anyway,
How to Mount a Horse
if you’re just super cool, and have been hired on this movie (3:10 to Yuma, 1957) probably expressly for some trick-riding. But, man: this is something you don’t see anymore, right? I mean, both that running mount followed by just beating it across the road and the needless showmanship—the kind of celebration of an art