I spent the last couple of days swimming in The Flaming Lips, interviewing front man Wayne Coyne and checking out his deranged holiday events, Christmas on Mars and March of 1,000 Skeletons.
Just in time for my daydream needs.
“I don’t know why CSI Miami likes us so much.”
Backstory: Amy Ray’s previous solo efforts “Stag” and “Prom” filtered think-pieces on gender, politics and pop culture through winsome confessionals way more plugged in than her work with the Indigo […]
Welcome to Morphizm’s collection of my Salon column, “Writing in the Margins.” I’d like to thank my editor, my family and, most importantly, my planet.
That the American intelligentsia finally seems ready to admit that Spiegelman was speaking truth to power in the dark years of 2002 and 2003 ought to make us sleep a little better at night
“I think poetry is more popular now than it has been in the last 100 years, at least.”
we may never experience this kind of cinema storytelling again in our lifetime.
Gibson, as Neale’s documentary is happy to point out, is so much more than the father of cyberspace.
I like great simplicity in all my work. I don’t like lots of florid detail.”
that rare nuclear holocaust flick you can watch with the kids.
you gotta have the yang with the yin. Miyazaki’s films always have both, and Spirited Away is one of his finest.
Lang was obsessed with the suspicion that he would be forgotten, the robotic assessment “Failure, failure, failure,” probably running through his consciousness.
the latest installment in what has so far been a truly innovative, daring, and original bending of the rules from a director who always wanted to be a world-famous painter.
Lynch’s style became his signature, to the point where reviewers, unable to comprehend, simply claimed that Lynch was being Lynch.