here we go again.

Seconds (1966)

saw this again for the first time in 30 years. looks even better than it did before, and its depth is more profound than I remembered. the attention to detail, the sheer beauty, the metaphors stacked on top of each other...and the chicken reference which Mr. Lynch obviously used later...and I finally understand what it all means, too. imagine Brian Wilson’s confusion at entering this film late, on acid, and with the onset of mental illness...or maybe don’t. if you have a chance, see this film and indeed, meditate upon its meaning.

Art.

The Rebel: Tony Hancock


never a critique of art as good as this. if I could put a gun to the head of every artist who uses that name to describe themselves, I would force them to view this neglected masterpiece.

consumption.

ON|OFF - a documentary about Mark Stewart.

oh dear. utter sadness. no explanations, expositions or truthfulness about the matters that concerned and inspired me most: I consider the first Pop Group LP (not the CD) to be one of the greatest modern records, and I saw them supporting Patti Smith (the poster for this gig actually appears in the documentary), and this was one of the revelatory, formative experiences of that period. Keith Levine looks ill and emaciated and frighteningly like Ben of Zoviet France, which might please him, as Keith was Ben's unmitigated idol. I was glad that this ended, and I learned that a man whose use of drugs led him to torture people on pub crawls with the admonition that helicopters were following him is not to be admired, as when the drugs became more plentiful, all we are left with is the anecdotes. and there aren't many in this film. what a wasted opportunity. so many sad points, and so much waste.

another test blah

indeed.

the ides of march are not what they used to be.

and who would argue with that?