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Tuesday, October 29, 2002
Tuesday, October 29, 2002
The best film I've seen all year.
My new favourite thing (big shout to Magma for the fantastic delivery service).
E. Randy Dupre's brain told him to write this at 17:34
Friday, October 25, 2002
Friday, October 25, 2002
If Blogger's been hacked, how come I can post this?
E. Randy Dupre's brain told him to write this at 23:25
Monday, October 21, 2002
Monday, October 21, 2002
Update for update's sake. Just come home from town with new purchases:Grand Drive's See the Morning In
Add N To (X)'s Loud Like Nature
the David Axelrod Anthology II
Ms. Dynamite's A Little Deeper
and Sugababes' Angels with Dirty Faces. Currently halfway through the new Grand Drive album. It's a fine record, but possibly too similar to their last, the wonderful True Love and High Adventure. That was such a huge leap forwards from their first, Road Music (itself a damn fine album), that my expectations for the new one were probably unrealistically high. That said, I have little doubt that it'll keep growing on me. Will post more on each of these later in the week.
E. Randy Dupre's brain told him to write this at 17:50
Tuesday, October 15, 2002
Tuesday, October 15, 2002
PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENTDo not, under any circumstances, pay money to watch My Little Eye. It's completely lacking in any of the qualities that characterise good horror films - most noticably, there's an absolute lack of suspense throughout. The identity of the bad guy is telegraphed through after roughly twenty minutes. Characters are impossible to empathise with, their personalities being nothing more than thinly-drawn sketches. The film lacks a coherent start point, instead throwing you straight into the middle of the story and asking you to accept that six months have already passed (despite the actors involved playing it like they've only just met each other). It throws as many horror flick cliches as possible into the mix, then forgets to include any original material. There aren't even any seat-jump moments, which, considering that a director doesn't really need any great skill to pull these off, only goes to show how lacking in talent Marc Evans must be. There is one disturbing moment, but it's disturbing for all the wrong reasons. As anyone who's seen at least a couple of teen slasher flicks will know, there's always one sexually-promiscuous female in the group who, as misogynistic morals dictate, must be shown to die in a peculiarly violent way. Smith's direction of this (wholly unnecessary) scene borders on gleeful. I have no desire to ever watch another of his efforts.
E. Randy Dupre's brain told him to write this at 21:47
Sunday, October 06, 2002
Sunday, October 06, 2002
I've heard Flux mention WFMU before now, but never really sat down to give the station a proper listen. Discovering that they've got a slot on their timetable called Reggae Schoolroom, however, has suddenly made them the best thing about the Internet ever ever. They also have a regular show hosted by Donna Summer, which could well be the best reason for having ears ever ever.
E. Randy Dupre's brain told him to write this at 21:22
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