MCN Curated Headlines Archive for July, 2010

“Like bottom feeder Charlie Kaufman, Mr. Nolan’s reputation as an arrogant maverick draws a first-rate cast of players… barely even remotely lucid… incomprehensible gibberish… sorry butt… jabbering twaddle… pretentious perplexity”
Great-Unka Rex Reed, The Charlie Callas Of Ad Homineh-Homineh-Hominem Movie Reviews, Rubs One Out Over Chris Nolan

The Gags Alone Make This Analysis Suspect: “Even Ishtar has its defenders—ironic, coquettish types who wink at you from behind their yashmaghs.”
“What Happened To The Box-Office Bomb?”

LA Times

“Murky and flat… commands a lot of admiration but doesn’t produce a commensurate level of enjoyment… cinematic Calamine lotion amid a swarm of mosquitoes.”
Zeitchick Sez He’s No Reviewer, Then Dismisses Inception At Length


“This country can only function with an independent media with access to what the government is doing. How is anybody to know what’s going on, if the media doesn’t have access to the story?”
NPR On The Suspension Of The Press In BP Gulf Oilspill Coverage
Plus – PBS’ “5 Digital PR Lessons From BP’s Oilspill Response”

“Harvey Pekar’s life was not an open book. It was an open comic book.”
The Cleveland Plain Dealer’s Obit
And Chef Ruhlman Says Goodbye To Fellow Clevelander

“There is no doubt that Polanski did what he did, which is have sex with a 13-year-old after plying her with booze. There is no doubt also that after all these years there is something stale about the case, not to mention a ‘victim’ who has long ago forgiven her assailant and dearly wishes the whole thing would go away. So do I.”
Annoying, Fustian Washington Post “Columnist” Richard Cohen Salutes Switzerland On “Freeing” Roman Polanski

telegraph.co.uk

“As an old prostitute once wearily complained at the end of a long shift, it’s not the work, it’s the stairs.”
Why Watch Theater On A Movie Screen?

telegraph.co.uk

“I have busy nights. If I wake up during a dream I can usually go back to sleep and finish the story.”
Marion Cotillard, Dreamer

telegraph.co.uk

“The internet’s like MTV. At one time MTV was hip and suddenly it became outdated. Anyway, all these computers and digital gadgets are no good. They just fill your head with numbers and that can’t be good for you.”
Prince Dances About The Internet

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“I was 15 when I first watched Sally Hardesty escape into the back of a pickup truck, covered in blood and cackling like a goddamn witch. All of her friends were dead. She had been kidnapped, tortured and even forced to feed her own blood to her cannibalistic captors’ impossibly shriveled patriarch. Being new to the horror genre, I was sure she was going to die. It had been a few months since I survived a violent sexual assault, where I subsequently ran from my assailant, tripped, fell and fought like hell. I crawled home with bloody knees, makeup-stained cheeks and a new void in both my mind and heart. My sense of safety, my ability to trust others, my willingness to form new relationships and my love of spending time with people I cared about were all taken from me. It wasn’t until I found the original The Texas Chain Saw Massacre that something clicked. It was Sally’s strength, and her resilience. It was watching her survive blows to the head from a hammer. It was watching her break free from her bonds and burst through a glass window. It was watching her get back up after she’d been stabbed. It was watching her crawl into the back of a truck, laughing as it drove away from Leatherface. She was the last one to confront the killer, and live. I remember sitting in front of the TV and thinking, There I am. That’s me.”
~ Lauren Milici On “The Final Girl”

“‘Thriller’ enforced its own reality principle; it was there, part of the every commute, a serenade to every errand, a referent to every purchase, a fact of every life. You didn’t have to like it, you only had to acknowledge it. By July 6, 1984, when the Jacksons played the first show of their ‘Victory’ tour, in Kansas City, Missouri, Jacksonism had produced a system of commodification so complete that whatever and whoever was admitted to it instantly became a new commodity. People were no longer comsuming commodities as such things are conventionally understood (records, videos, posters, books, magazines, key rings, earrings necklaces pins buttons wigs voice-altering devices Pepsis t-shirts underwear hats scarves gloves jackets – and why were there no jeans called Bille Jeans?); they were consuming their own gestures of consumption. That is, they were consuming not a Tayloristic Michael Jackson, or any licensed facsimile, but themselves. Riding a Mobius strip of pure capitalism, that was the transubstantiation.”
~ Greil Marcus On Michael Jackson