The blog of author Dennis Cooper

Month: November 2020 (Page 3 of 12)

Carlos Kilarney presents … The Monstrous, Dated Tenfer *

* (Halloween countback post #1)
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‘Monster movie (also can be referred to as a creature feature or giant monster film) is a name commonly given to movies that centre on the struggle between human beings and one or more monsters. While there is no specific academic genre classification of that name, the term is usually applied to films sometimes labelled as horror, fantasy or science fiction genre that involve fictional creatures, in most cases it is applied to films that feature more oversized monsters despite its history starting with adaptations of horror folklore and literature.

‘The most common aspect of a monster movie is the struggle between a human collective of protagonists against one or more monsters, who serve as the antagonistic force. The monster is created by a folly of mankind – an experiment gone wrong, the effects of radiation or the destruction of habitat. Or usually the monster is from outer space, has been on Earth for a long time with no one ever seeing it, or released (or awakened) from a prison of some sort where is was being held.

‘In the 1950s, there arose a wave of “creature features” and the concept of combining nuclear paranoia with the genre. A parallel development during this era was the rise of the Z movie, films made outside the organized motion picture industry with ultra-low budgets. Grade-Z monster movies such as Plan 9 from Outer Space (1959) and The Creeping Terror (1964) are often listed among the worst films ever made because of their inept acting and amateurish special effects. After 1960, monster movies were less popular yet were still produced.’ — collaged

 

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The Astounding She Monster
(1957)
The Astounding She-Monster is a movie for people with highly specialized tastes. It tells the story of a trio of kidnappers, their socialite victim, the geologist whose house they invade, AND a blond, radium-emitting alien in tight spandex who crash-lands her spacecraft near that same house. Potential viewers of this film must possess the following traits: They must love movies that are made on the supercheap, and that contain no outdoor synch dialogue; movies in which egregious day-for-night photography is used, worse than anything in “Plan 9,” and in which non sequitur music that bears little relation to the story is standard. These viewers should also be OK with inept direction; the insertion of long, meaningless shots; offscreen narration that sounds as if it’s being read by a hypnotized dodo; Grade Z acting by a six-person cast (well, maybe Robert Clarke gives a Grade D performance); and “special” effects that look as though they were filmed through a Vaseline-smeared camera lens. It also wouldn’t hurt if potential viewers didn’t mind scratchy-looking prints on their DVD, with abysmal sound that keeps dropping out, and with hardly an “extra” to be found. If the above seems to match your highly specialized tastes, then The Astounding She-Monster might be just the flick for you.’ — ferbs54, imdB






 

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The Cosmic Monsters (1958)
The Cosmic Monsters was the onscreen title given to the American release (by Distributors Corporation of America) of the British science fiction film The Strange World of Planet X; title confusion invariably comes into play because in all of the advertising for this film, DCA called it Cosmic Monster instead. One of three British 1950s science fiction films to star American actor Forrest Tucker, it is the least known of the batch and is seldom revived. Generally considered a minor effort in the genre, The Cosmic Monsters is notable for its interesting premise, for a few effective shock scenes, and for being an across-the-pond cousin to the American “Big Bug” subgenre of science fiction movies. The giant ants, spiders, worms, etc. are all too obviously stock micro-cinematographic material; and the spectacle of the cast running in terror from them is a trifle absurd. Only a most unpleasant shot of an ant feeding off a human face makes the film unsuitable for younger audiences.’ — TCM






 

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Beast from Haunted Cave
(1959)
‘This is one of those crooks-on-the-lamb-who-don’t-count-on-the-monster-outside the-cabin movies but with a difference. While most of these cheapo quickies never had much to start with, this little oddity is fun because you’re diverted from the trivial plot by acting and directing that’s edgier than you’d expect. MONTE HELLMAN directed this, his first picture, as though it were Key Largo rather than an ephemeral ROGER CORMAN horror flick. So even if you’re disappointed by the cave monster – which I was not – you’re hooked by the interplay between the hard-bitten gang leader (FRANK WOLFF who also starred in Radley Metzger’s The Lickerish Quartet), his cynical, world-weary girlfriend (SHEILA CAROL), and their wholesome, outdoorsy, back-country guide played by MICHAEL FOREST (Atlas). The ads promised: “Screaming Young Girls Sucked into a Labyrinth of Horror by a Blood-Starved Ghoul from Hell!” Said Ghoul from Hell is actually a giant spider monster that’s really more like an octopus covered with cotton candy which turns up in the darndest places.’ — somethingweird.com






 

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The Giant Claw
(1957)
‘In basic terms this film is your standard 50’s sci-fi/monster flick, but with one of the most asinine-looking monsters ever. It starts off quite promising but gradually begins to peter out until it finally reveals its terrible title creature. The performances by the actors may keep one interested, as they give it their all despite some truly off-putting dialog. Those looking for pure cinematic cheese will not be disappointed in this one, as both the monster and the miniature FX are truly a sight to behold in their godawfulness. Music is forgettable, but the endless cries of the big bird will haunt you long after this one is over. A beautiful mess. That is exactly what this film is. The producers try so hard to give us a frightfully good time, but the end result is just laughable. It’s so bad, that the years have garnered this movie a special reputation above and beyond other genre films from the same decade. Anyone calling themselves a fan of B-movies must see this film at least once, just to see how unintentionally comical it all is. The folks that don’t like older films or prefer a certain degree of realism in their films had better steer clear. This thing is about as far removed from reality as Tom Cruise jumping on Oprah’s couch. If you’re like me, you’ll love this film for it’s over the top cheeze factor.’ — bmoviegraveyard.com







 

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Teenagers Battle The Thing
(1958)
‘A high school Biology class receives a visitor, who is a good friend of their teacher. He tells them of an encounter that he and their teacher had 15 years before while searching for Indian artifacts in the nearby mountains. They find a mummified corpse in a cave that resembles a rough-hewn statue. The mummy is brought back to their lodge and breaks out of its wrappings. It goes on a short rampage in what appears to be an orchard. The humans gather together to stop the creature before it can kill any one. The film was an expanded and colorized to become the 1972 film The Curse of the Bigfoot. The two stars from the original appear as adults in the opening scene of the 1972 film. The rest of Curse of Bigfoot consists of the entire 1958 film seen as a flashback.’ — Wiki






 

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Robot Monster
(1953)
‘The monstrous Ro-Man attempts to annihilate the last family alive on Earth, but finds himself falling for their beautiful daughter. Universally recognized by bad film connoisseurs, Robot Monster is one of the most poorly executed and hilariously awful films of all time, perhaps only second to Plan 9 From Outer Space in it’s infamy. You would think that Robot Monster would at least have some propensity for creating atmosphere. Considering that the plot, the acting and dialogue seem to be of little concern, it would only be reasonable that the focus of the film would be towards more of a feeling than a linear narrative. Yet atmosphere and scenery is arguably where Robot Monster fails most noticeably. Unless you have a penchant for piles of rocks and barren scrub-land brush, you could get better scenery by closing your eyes and putting up a camera at random. There are long moments of panoramic shots showing nothing more than our gorilla suited alien trudging up the scrubby mountain side to his cave, which only seems to emphasize that this is a portly fellow, bumbling along in a cumbersome costume for seemingly pointless footage.’ — ericjant, imdB






 

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The Giant Gila Monster
(1959)
‘In The Giant Gila Monster, most of the plot is given over to a group of hot-rod enthusiasts, headed by nice-guy Chace Winstead (Don Sullivan), who sometimes breaks into song. Before long, the titular gila monster, which is just that — a real gila monster — is lumbering about on miniaturized sets terrorizing the community, killing at random, knocking over trains and barns, and in general making a nuisance of itself. When the monster threatens to devour Chace’s kid sister, he attempts to dispatch the beast with a hot rod full of nitroglycerin. Camp value is provided by a truckload of 1950s B-movie cliches and dreadful song breaks — “The Gila Monster Crawl” among other “rock & roll hits” — by its lead, Don Sullivan, who through this movie rose from nothing to complete obscurity.’ — collaged






 

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The Crawling Eye
(1958)
‘Even before the success of Hammer films English moviemakers were trying to get a piece of the same boxoffice that Americans had tapped in fantastic science fiction stories. With a few exceptions, the attempts were pretty bleak. Another teleplay upgraded for the screen, as had been most of Hammer’s Sci-Fi features, this moody and ambitious chiller has one of those perfectly constructed stories. A chalet welcomes a host of shady scientists, psychics and a reporter who may be a spy. All are drawn for different reasons to a mountain where mountain climbers are disappearing, or getting their heads ripped off. The horror menace makes itself known through killings and also via the telepathic reception of a mind-reader. This puts the wonderfully expressive actress Janet Munro at the center of the drama, instead of making her a typical horror heroine who stands by to scream and be rescued. Her wide-eyed visions tell of unseen monsters, in nervous speeches that have the effect of a good ghost story.’ — dvdtalk.com






 

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Monster from Green Hell
(1958)
‘They don’t really get much worse than Monster from Green Hell, a horrible, ludicrous “giant mutated insect” movie from 1958 that is strictly bottom of the barrel. Now, if you are in the right frame of mind, all this might mean that it’s just exactly what you’re looking for, because many people get a huge kick out of laughing at the absurdity of these low-budget monster flicks. Be advised, however, that while there is plenty to laugh at in Monster, there also is an incredible amount of dead space throughout the film. It seems that director Kenneth G. Crane had to pad the film out to meet a certain length requirement, and so there’s a lot of time when nothing really happens as our heroes journey through the jungle. Also, there’s a high percentage of stock footage, which doesn’t necessarily seamlessly match the actual “new” footage. And then there are the “special” effects. Aside from two — one in which a giant wasp is seen coming over a hill and another involving a wasp-python fight — the other effects are abysmal. (There’s where you get your yocks.) The cast is poor, with Jim Davis unbelievable as a scientist and Barbara Turner unappealing as the love interest. The script, by the way, is dreadful, in case you needed to be told.’ — rovi





 

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The Magnetic Monster
(1953)
‘Working for O.S.I., the Office of Scientific Investigation, A-Man agent Jeffrey Stewart and his partner Dan Forbes are sent to a local hardware store where they find a strong magnetic field has magnetized every metal item in the store. Investigating further, they eventually trace the source of the magnetism to an airborn flight carrying scientist Howard Denker, now dying of radiation poisoning, who has carted on board with him a new radioactive element which he has bombarded with alpha particles for 200 hours. The element, dubbed ‘serranium’ grows geometrically by creating matter out of energy which it absorbs from metallic objects surrounding it. The Magnetic Monster has a delightful gaffe in every scene. When a dangerous isotope is said to be ‘on the loose’, the police radio order goes out to SHOOT TO KILL … Shoot what exactly, they don’t say. This line could very well have been invented at the film’s mix, if the producer thought the scene needed an extra jolt. But despite the fact that Curt Siodmak cooked up Donovan’s Brain and personally invented a bona fide classic monster mythology, his ’50s sci-fi efforts strain credibility in all directions.’ — classicmoviesez.com





 

 

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p.s. Hey. So, a few weeks back a kind reader of this blog, one Carlos Kilarney, asked if he could make a Halloween post to include in the countdown. I, of course, said, ‘Yes, please.’ One thing lead to another, and he was unable to finish the post until a few days ago. Missing Halloween, as I do, and realising that his wonderful post is a thing for all occasions, I am happy to run it now both to restore the Halloween vibe for a day and let it run unencumbered and wild. So, there you have it. Thank you so much, Carlos, and the rest of you have what would seem to be a guaranteed blast and please let your guest-host know you did, thanks. ** Ian, Hi, Ian. Concrete is so underrated. They should make everything out of it, except maybe food. And clothing. Oh, interesting, about the carpentry course. I hope it’s as interesting and even as exciting to do as it is to think about. So, then carpentry will be your profession? I don’t think I know any carpenters. I’m impressed. Cheers to you too! ** Milk, I have to say I think you’re totally right about that. Thanks. sir. ** David Ehrenstein, Tip of the hat! ** _Black_Acrylic, That Dundee building is a real beaut. Oh, dude, no, thank you! ** wolf, Yep. Dude, that’s a great post. It hits marks that weren’t pre-marked and that one wouldn’t have known existed. And it was very popular, with hits through the roof, so one of the marks it hit is the zeitgeist. I can tell you the film news privately. It’s not, like, giant if you’re not involved, but, yeah, it’s the seeming breakthrough we needed. I’ve had a few ultra-delicious vegan pastries here in the big P. Can’t remember where. Yes, let’s do a vegan pastry arrondissement exhausting treasure hunt the very moment that ‘plans’ become plans again. Our shops reopen on Saturday. So we’re maybe on our tentative way. Love, me. ** Sypha, Paris has some brutalist buildings, but not a ton because Paris is pretty into not tearing buildings down in order to eternally look like it did a century ago, which is nice of Paris actually. Right, I need to order that Finbow book. I’ve gotten behind. It’s good? ** Jeff J, Hi, Jeff. The new JC is yet to be cracked. I think today. I was going to debut it yesterday, but I got pulled into a GbV/Pollard sound spiral, and those tend to last for hours upon hours. Excited to. The Walser play wasn’t quite there yet in my opinion when I saw it, but she has worked on it more afterwards, so I’m not sure. Best case scenario was it would premiere in Paris on December 4th, but the new opening/restriction measures introduced yesterday leave all theatres closed until further notice, so its birthdate is a question mark. Hugs, buddy. ** Brendan, Mine too, although I think my husk is still just a little juicy and pink? ** rigby, Hey, Rigby! Boost! I have to say if I were to pick one brutalist building that I think mostly sucks it would be Southbank Centre. Maybe not so much from the outside, but the inside is crap. Especially the art museum part. Worst space to show art in that I have ever known. I’m very happy to have helped give you wonderful days! What more could I or my contraption hope for? Zip. Apart from school kids and the occasional bunch of rapscallions, Parisians have been fairly good, I think. But then I’m never out later at night when I would imagine the prescribed politesses goes to hell. Oh, and your comment showed up just fine. One of this blog’s weird mysteries is that commenters often can’t see their comments, but I can. Been trying unsuccessfully to get a reason why for years now. So great to see you! Hang the hell out, man! ** Bill, Hi. I think the most exciting brutalist buildings I’ve seen were in Buenos Aires. They’ve got a wealth there for whatever reason. The odd thing about the Walser play is that he wrote it when he was 13 years old or something, so there’s almost nothing about it that seems Walserian. No news here either really, not even mediocre horror movies, but that’s my fault. ** Steve Erickson, Oops, well, gosh, hang in there for another month-plus then. Interesting reviews coupling there. I’m most curious to read them both for entirely different reasons in each case. Everyone, Mr. Erickson has a couple of timely and charismatic reviews for you. First he has reviewed the reissue of Coil’s MUSICK TO PLAY IN THE DARK here, and, second, he has reviewed the apparently unbelievably bad new Bowie bio pic STARDUST here. ** tender prey, Marc! Hey, man! You got lured inside! It was a real fucking beauty of a post, then and now and forever. I hope you’re doing good. Let’s Skype or Zoom or whatever soon. Love, me. ** Right. You already know what you have in store for you today, and please have at it. See you tomorrow.

Wolf and Tender Prey present … BRUTALISM DOESN’T GIVE A SHIT & EXPERIMENTAL DOMESTIC CELLS *

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Wolf presents … A Defense of Brutalism.

For some reason Brutalism gets a lot of hate, and since I happen to really love a large number of Brutalist buildings, and think that it was, is, a great architectural movement, I thought I’d give you a little tour of Brutalism’s mind, life, likes and dislikes, etc.

Brutalism doesn’t give a shit (much like the honey badger).

Brutalism knows you don’t like it. It doesn’t care.

Brutalism doesn’t fuck around.

Brutalism tells it like it is.

Brutalism doesn’t hide.

Brutalism doesn’t put on airs.

Brutalism doesn’t correct its elaborate hairdo with a delicate hand every ten seconds.

Brutalism doesn’t read Cosmo.

Brutalism doesn’t do bling. It doesn’t really do real gold either, although it would if it could afford it. Gold does not tarnish.

Brutalism doesn’t wear its grandfather’s brogues.

Brutalism knows the periodic table by heart.

Brutalism scratches its butt when it itches, regardless of who’s around.

Brutalism is refreshingly true to itself.

Brutalism shows you what it’s made of, just like that. “BLAM”.

Brutalism’s skin is too thick for the bad rep to hurt. Well, it’s not skin, it’s concrete.

Brutalism really has your best interests at heart.

Brutalism is proud, not arrogant.

Brutalism is heavy, not fat.

Brutalism erodes with style, and does not go for that chronophobic botox nonsense.

Brutalism does have a sense of humour.

Brutalism takes its duty with dedication.

Brutalism is not diplomatic, but not warmongering either.

Brutalism does what needs doing.

Brutalism will still stand there when you’re ash.

Brutalism is not smug, it’s self-assured.

Brutalism does not have nightmares.

Brutalism does not believe in fairies.

Brutalism has style, substance, and what goes in between.

Brutalism is what humans would be like if they knew they were gonna die tomorrow and cut the crap.

Brutalism is not totalitarian, it is totality.

Brutalism has no issues with its more graceful neighbours, it just doesn’t have time for that cocktail party on Friday.

Brutalism drives half a mile below the speed limit, and barely notices when you fishtail it.

Brutalism has read Sartre, it’s read Camus, it’s read Hegel and it’s also read Nietzsche. In fact, Brutalism has read everything. And processed it.

Brutalism is not trying to prove a point, it’s letting the point that it is prove itself to you.

Brutalism does not get into arguments in public transport, it stares at them with a smirk.

Brutalism is sometimes very gentle. With kittens, for instance.

Brutalism would go for colour if concrete came in cerulean blue, but it doesn’t, so grey will do just fine.

Brutalism plays with texture, shadows, angles, parallax. But it’s a serious game.

Brutalism’s favorite animal is the bear. Bet you saw that one coming huh? Good for you.

Yes, of course it likes elephants too. I mean come on.

Brutalism’s favourite dish is thai green curry. Bet that surprises you huh? Well, it is.

Brutalism’s favourite movie is Salker. Make of that what you will.

Brutalism doesn’t do drugs. It wants its brain sharp as a tack.

Brutalism doesn’t drink. It wants its reflexes sharp as a tack.

Brutalism likes doing funny faces and likes the fact that no-one even notices even more.

Brutalism likes the idea that if Shit comes to hit the Fan, it’ll fit right in that dystopian landscape.

Brutalism knows that if Shit never hits the Fan, it’ll still look good. You know, as a warning.

Brutalism had trouble fiding shoes in its size so it just goes barefoot now.

Brutalism used to hang out and drink tea with J.G Ballard. Sometimes with milk and sugar, sometimes black. It even tried a slice of lemon once. It was ok. Brutalism is not fussy.

Brutalism doesn’t think the truth should be concealed. Not because it would be Bad, but because, why bother?

Brutalism’s favourite word is Impervious. Brutalism’s favourite people are Impervious, too. It also very much likes Pragmatism, and Pragmatic people.

Brutalism is not responsible for the excesses perpetrated in its name. It is not responsible for the great ideas, either. It is base material, neutral.

Brutalism likes to remind people that the shortest trajectory from A to B a a straight line. We are mortal, and like is short – why lose time?

Brutalism does not put on a silly patronizing voice when it talks to children. Or anyone, for that matter. Brutalim assumes you know what the deal is. If it’s wrong, that’s your problem.

Brutalism has a dream…

Brutalism thinks there’s something weird about the way some people take pictures of every place they go with themselves in them, as if to prove something.

Brutalism never had anyone walled in alive. As it were.

Brutalism might be heavy-footed but its posture is impeccable.

Brutalism knows who killed JFK.

Brutalism once believed space could make the man, but is now content with the many-times proven axiom that space is neither made not making. It just is.

Brutalism knows how much everything costs and sees no point in driving a city bankrupt just to look pretty. Not that looking pretty is a goal it has much respect, let alone desire, for.

Brutalism knows a Building is a Building and a Forest is a Forest. Yeah, ok, so what, you say? Well… THINK, it says.

Brutalism likes pecan in its ice-cream. Well you never.

Brutalism is the kind of dude you want on your side in a fight. If you try and punch it, you’ll just break your hand.

For more technical, historically correct details, as well as YET MORE images, see:
Wiki, of course…
Architizer
Brutalismus
Fuck Yeah Brutalism! (HA!)

 

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Tender Prey presents… EXPERIMENTAL DOMESTIC CELLS

With a few exceptions (nos 5,8,9 and most notably no 1) these interiors only ever existed as prototypes conceived and built for architecture & design fairs or exhibitions. They are projections of possible interiors, without a concrete relation to an exterior, which is part of what appeals to me about them. All the images apart from 8 and 9 were scanned from the book ‘Model Apartments – Experimental Domestic Cells’ (Editorial Gustavo Gili, 1997)

 

2. Alan Wexler ‘Crate House’
New York, 1991

 

3. Joe Colombo ‘Total Furnishing Unit’
produced for the exhibition Italy: The New Domestic Landscape, MOMA, New York, 1972

 

4. Gio Ponti ‘La Casa Adatta’
produced for Eurodomus 3 (Pilot exhibition of the modern house), Milan, 1970

 

5. Joe Colombo
Joe Colombo’s apartment, Milan 1969-70

 

6. Ettore Sottsas
produced for the exhibition Italy: The New Domestic Landscape, MOMA, New York, 1972

 

7. Alison & Peter Smithson ‘The House of the Future’
produced for the Ideal Homes Exhibition, London, 1955-56

 

8. Sabina Lang & Daniel Baumann ‘Everland’
travelling one-room pod hotel, originally produced for the Swiss Expo 2002

 

9. Staffan Berglund ‘Villa Spies’
Toro, Sweden, 1969

 

10. Joe Colombo ‘Visiona 69 futurist habitat’
produced for the Interzum Salon, Cologne, 1969

 

11. Ugo La Pietra ‘The Telematic House’
produced for the 61st Milan International Trade Fair, 1983

 

12. Archigram ‘Living 1990’
produced for the Weekend Telegraph Exhibition, London, 1967

 

 

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p.s. Hey. ** David Ehrenstein, Hi. Oh, yes, I remember your Sonbert piece appearing there. Everyone, Do you remember when the blog recently welcomed Mr. Ehrenstein and Bill Reed’s ‘Photo Ops’ into the world? Well, there’s a sequel/’greatly expanded’ version entitled ‘Son of Photo Ops’ that is newly in the world as we type/read. Get it here.Plus, the very same Mr. E directs anyone who wishes to a new documentary about Oliver Sacks that I think is a total freebie to watch, in fact. OLIVER SACKS: HIS OWN LIFE, Directed by Ric Burns: https://vimeo.com/480819197, Password: kinolorber. So how about that? ** Sypha, My pleasure, and I hope to have the actual pleasure of listening later today. Ah, curious source for the image. Excellent repurposing move, man. I promise I will never go to Pittsburgh in the summer. Summer heat is my Satan. Oh, I do still like his piss paintings. ** _Black_Acrylic, It’s a goodie. Speaking of, I was transformed into a wildly gyrating teeter totter of a fella by your new episode, sir. I’d be sentient without you. Thank you! Well, then I will and do take your word for it. Glad it was fun. ** Wolf, Oh my god, I’m so flexible. You are ‘flow’ backwards, which is pretty damned cool. Maybe not as cool as being ‘sinned’ backwards, but who’s counting? So, remember the golden oldie up there? So good. Vegan pastries for you and Marc until further notice. ** Bill, Hi. Nah, I’m pretty accustomed to the current restrictiveness. Not that I have a lot to speak for, weekend-wise, as a result, but wtf. It’s a wonderful novel. And short! The S.D. Stewart is free?! Well, that’s sorted. In fact, it is now on my desktop and waiting for me. Thanks, Bill, you’re such a brain saver or enhancer or both or something. What’s on your plate? ** Damien Ark, Cool, very glad that worked out. I’m excited to do the blog’s part. Dude, take very good care of yourself and your health. Now’s not the time to fuck around with that stuff. And fuck your roommate. ** Jeff J, Hi, Jeff! Thanks, man. I was surprised by how many Warhols were online too, and I notice at least one of them was deleted before the weekend was out. I think the only film in the post I didn’t know already was the one that got deleted: ‘Soap Opera’, which I stupidly waited to watch until it was too late. I like ‘These Demented Lands’ a lot too. Yes, Warner’s books have become less and less exciting of late, sadly. The last novel of his that I thought was great was ‘The Sopranos’. Memory tells me it’s very worth reading. Oh, man, I’m so sorry to hear you guys are having to deal with those deaths. What a horrible time this is just kind of in every way. Though possibly brightening just slightly by the day, maybe. Yes, you remind me that I haven’t gotten the new Julien Calendar yet. I’ll do that today. Everyone, Mighty Jeff Jackson’s band Julien Calendar has a new and 4th EP just out, ‘Crimson Static #4’, and you can hear and score it both by pressing down lightly on this word. And you should, if you ask me. I’m doing all right. As I’ve mentioned before, we’ve had stellar news about our new film that I can’t lay out quite yet but which all but assures we’ll get to make it, so we are diving into thinking/working on the preliminaries and very relieved and happy. The premiere of Gisele’s Walser play got cancelled/delayed due to you-know-what. Macron gives a big COVID-related announcement, I think tonight, and maybe she’ll know when the premiere will end up happening after that. She says the early response has been good. I last saw it in its rehearsal state a couple of weeks ago, but not since. All else? Pretty okay. I hope everything improves instantly for you and yours. ** Steve Erickson, The film is interesting, but the novel its really, really something. Good luck with the ophthalmologist, or I guess good luck getting through today if I’m right that your appointment is tomorrow. (I’m never sure whether the time stamp on the comments is dated your time or mine.) ** Okay. I’ve restored a wondrous post from the blog’s storied past for you today made by the extraordinary d.l.s Wolf and Tender Prey. Enjoy the hell out of it, and I will see you tomorrow.

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