It’s hard to know what to think of things like this. There’s something to be said, I suppose, for being reminded that Seattle, where I live, is indeed a liberal bubble, its progressive policies and forward-thinking politics an aberration even in the left-leaning Pacific Northwest, and that much of the …
“Comic books” are a form of visual narrative literature. The modern form is published monthly, costs too much, and usually features a couple of costumed knuckleheads beating on each other for some vaguely delineated purpose. As you might expect, these “comic books” are usually terrible. Recently, a synergy has emerged …
I’ve been waiting a long time to see the 1948 Anglo-American noir Kiss the Blood Off My Hands, always haunted by the vague fear that the film couldn’t possibly live up to what must be one of the greatest titles of all time. I shouldn’t have worried; it’s very nearly an …
I. So he says to me “Take it to the limit one more time.” And I’m, like, one more time? How many fucking times am I going to have to take it to the limit? I mean, if this is the last time, fine, I’ll take it to the limit. But …
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Thanks for tagging along with me on this tour of the Seattle Pinball Museum! You all have been a great group, and it’s been a real treat strolling through the history of the silver ball with you. We’ve seen some of the all-time classic machines during our walk, but before …
Quickly, now: name one good filmmaker who started out making music videos. Not bad, not bad. Now, just as quickly: name one good filmmaker who, after making it in feature films, went back and made more music videos. Wasn’t as easy, was it? And if you’re looking for a reason …
