Holy Christ; I suck at this game.

Yep, that's about right (click for lager pane...)

[courtesy: xkcd.com]

Blakroc

I've never been a real hip-hop head.

I don't know my Craig Macks from my J-Dillas and sometimes, I can barely discern the difference between N.W.A and P.E. However, I do appreciate the genre enough to publicly bemoan distressed Run-DMC shirts being sold at Forever XXI (are you serious?!?!?)

More importantly though, I do and always have, appreciated the fine art of a lyricist rhyming magical over slick beats, and my affinity towards potently poetic hip-hop is well known - especially when those rhymes are juxtaposed with heavy, genre-bending guitar riffs (insert RATATAT remixes here...)

Which is why, when I came across this tidbit this morning, I simply, literally fell out of my chair...



I.cannot.effin.wait.

Today and probably tomorrow too...

"No matter how happily a woman may be married, it always pleases her to discover that there is a really nice man who wishes she were not."
-Mary Catherine Bateson

"Tomorrow is a long long time when you've lost your way"
-Phoenix

Gasping for Gaspar.

I was recently reminded of the French film maker Gaspar Noe, whose latest film (unbeknown to me) screened at this year’s TIFF. Apparently, it seems some things don’t change after all.

As one recent reviewer exclaimed while writing about Enter the Void, Noe’s latest offering- “If the following things disturb you, then you should probably avoid this film: strobe lights, drug use, shaky hand-held cameras, graphic sexuality, sperm, spinning cameras, psychedelic imagery, blood, gay sex, abortion, breastfeeding (and) a graphic auto wreck..”

Hmmm… sounds like a perfect companion to a bag full of kernels. I for one simply can’t wait for a North American distributor to pick up the rights (I’m looking at you, Criterion…)

Oh, and this little clip I’ve included? While it’s not quite up to the normal shockshockshock of Noe’s usual fare --- a long legged beauty writhing around in lingerie playing with her pussy? ---Sorry (j’taime!) and I simply couldn’t resist.