In which we travel to 1970s San Francisco and experience a profound and inescapable paranoia.
In case you hadn’t noticed its appearance in our blogroll, the excellent Make it a Double… Feature is a blog D. writes that collects double feature ideas that are as excellent as […]
It is very difficult to determine with absolute certainty whether or not you are part machine.
Of desperate men and burning landscapes, imagined and real.
NEVER NEVER NEVER keep a mysterious satchel of cash that inexplicably falls into your lap.
Shocks! Thrills! Murder! Adultery! Madness! Dare to enter this post if you will–but be warned–what you see within may never be unseen.
It’s the thing where the stuff goes throop-throop-throop and then that guy, I mean the pointy-headed underwater one? With the giant calves? No wait. That’s the other guy. The one with way too many bricks who’s actually a plastic horse.
Beware the lure of Hollywood! Its many roads will lead you to your doom.
I am, of course, talking about Disney’s treacly animated tale of fantasy romance and the horrific documentary exposé of corporate immorality, which both tell nearly identical tales.
Who would you be if you could be someone else?
In this, the last week before the son of the wrathful sky god blesses the desert tribes with slightly more UV and a cubic yard of now-useless wrapping paper, we rightfully turn our adulating gaze upon his, the holiest of forms. We bow our heads and briefly stop buying things to praise Elvis.
“What’s past is prologue,” wrote that clever chap Shakespeare. “Study the past, if you would divine the future,” wrote that thoughtful fellow Confucius.
Women, right? Can’t live with ’em—so they say—unless you’re lucky, or you are one, or you live with, I dunno, a mother who loves you or something. You do have […]
In which we go back 40 years to the ‘70s to remember the ‘60s, then ahead 20 years to the ‘90s to remember the ‘70s.