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New Book on Garland Spills Sad Revelations
This week brings us a new Judy Garland book upon which one should look down with a high-browed disdain for salacious gossip. I’ll definitely remember to do that later, once my hands aren’t so busy plonking down hard-earned coin as I buy the book TODAY. Oh, Poor Judy. And yes, ghastly Judy. According to the…
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A Surrealist Poet, Francois Truffaut, and Jane Russell’s Nipples Walk into a Bar. . ..
Let’s all enjoy the moment when, in 1958, Francois Truffaut made a sudden leap from high art to low neckline. In a graceful segue, France’s premier filmmaker and critic, pivoted from a quote by Guillaume Apollonaire (France’s great surrealist poet of World War I), to Howard Hughes’ obsessive presentation of Jane Russell’s nipples. Now that…
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Star Crossed: Morrissey + Charlie Brown
“Ohhh sweetness, sweetness. I was only joking when I said I’d like to smash every tooth in your head. . .” A graphic artist in San Francisco has come up with the most delicious and disconcertingly perfect pairing since peanut butter and sriracha sauce–Charlie Brown and Morissey. Oh, had they only met! What late night door-banging sulks,…
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Clothing of the Future. . .or is it the Past?
Clothing Of The Future In case you were wondering, at the link above are the fashions of the year 2000. No one, I assume, in the 1930s could have dreamed of idiocies like the “It” bag (there’s nothing more reeking of a mindless herd instinct than waiting lists for handbags), super low rise jeans that make you…
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“Whatever Happened to Baby Jane”? Another Unncecessary Remake, That’s What!
So it’s official, and has been for a month or so. Whatever Happened to “Baby Jane”? It’s Getting a Remake. Which seemed to me to be one of the silliest decisions I’ve encountered since Hollywood tried to remake The Women and ended up pouring bong water over the embers of Meg Ryan’s career. But naturally they’re at it again. …
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NYC Films on the Green, Summer 2012: OSS 117, Cairo Nest of Spies
I never understood the allure of James Bond films–or rather, I never understood why the hell anyone would admit to being a fan of such pendulously dull male adolescent fantasies. I’d get it if these films had been screened like nudie films used to be, in select ares of Times Square, where those burdened with a shameful yen for cartoonish…
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Noir (et Blanc): Weegee and “The Loving Story” on HBO
I spend my nights the way most New Yorkers do, embracing my apartment’s quietude, clutching its peacefulness to me the way an emphysematic does their oxygen–the nights are precious because the days are filled with so much noise and shouting and crowded sidewalks and no seat on the subway and people richer than anyone needs to be and those poorer than any nation…
Dana Dunbaugh Burnell
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