Wherein it is written, on whatever it is they write it on in the web-o-sphere, that one could do worse than to watch the newest Zappa documentary.
I have seen the future, and it is the past.
And I may even have succeeded in doing so. Or possibly not. Or, on the other hand, I am on fire. Strange times.
Another great steps backstage.
In which with a certain morose ennui we muse upon what, lately, has been watched
Seems like a good time to talk about death.
In which Charles Willeford’s steamy Floridian art-noir is moved to Italy. Hm.
Another Python goes.
A list! A list! Hooray, a list!
An unlikely ending reveals the evil genius of the Sith.
Time continues to get wider in Michael Apted’s lifelong documentary project.
Plenty of amusement, minus much mystery.
A movie in search of a point.
Martin Scorsese, a man who knows a little about movies, stirred up the denizens of the interwebs recently when, referring to Marvel’s superhero whoop-de-doos, he said, “I don’t see them. […]