Finally saw the first two episodes of the first season of Game of Thrones last night. I was kinda disappointed. I was really looking forward to Peter Dinklage as Tyrion, and he did not let me down. I was riveted whenever he was on the screen. When he wasn't… not
I first listened closely to this staple of classic rock radio when, as a teenager, I was informed that it had BACKWARD MASKING EVIL MESSAGES TALKING ABOUT SATAN. (Listen here!) I was pretty sure it wasn’t about Satan, but I thought it might be about Lord of the Rings (“all
I had a major aha! moment when I read this quote in the Stranger: “you can split the world of theater between people who prefer Chekhov and people who prefer Shakespeare.” I realized that this aesthetic scale, with the Chekhovian (restrained, thoughtful, subtle, naturalistic) at one end and the Shakespearean
The American novel is dead, did you know? And it has something to do with how English lit is taught in universities and why nobody wants to be an English major anymore: What Killed American Lit By Joseph Epstein The study of popular culture—courses in movies, science fiction, detective fiction,
Saw this movie last night and found it moderately entertaining. But it has serious plot holes and even more serious story flaws. And I suspect that these flaws are at least partly because Olivia Wilde’s character had to be The Chick.
I know, this Ginia Bellafonte Game of Thrones review was back in April, but I’m slow to get to these things and I worked on this when none of my short story ideas were going anywhere. The gist: it’s less a review of the actual program, and more of a
Because I wrote this: Games are not a narrative art form people keep referring me to this: Roger Ebert: Video games can never be art To reiterate my argument from two years ago: although video games have some storytelling aspects (worldbuilding, etc.) they are not really a narrative art form
Showbox at the Market tonight: http://www.showboxonline.com/market/eventdetail.php?id=26985 I am going and hope to run into Seattle people there. Actually, I’m hoping to run into Seattle goth community people who I haven’t seen since the Sisters of Mercy concert, but I dunno how likely that is. And if I’m alllll alllloooone that’s
Yeah, I saw this movie. Because I just couldn’t help myself. Actually, I ended up liking it more than I feared. I was never actually bored, nor was I seriously pissed off, so, yay!
Saw this in spite of the middling reviews, because, you know, Peter Jackson and all. Also it looked kind of intriguing. And it is. Kind of. Intriguing. Still, I do not recommend it. To dispense with its charms: The cast is pretty good. Stanley Tucci is the creepy standout as
or, Ethan Hawke, Vampire Slayer An entertaining vampocalypse movie that still misses the chance to be really good. It begins beautifully. We watch an apparent 12-year-old writing a note to her parents and then going to sit outside in the predawn glow. We cut back and forth between things like
Yes, I did eventually decide to see New Moon on its final day at the Cinerama. My thinking was like this: if I had never heard of it before, a movie with solidly middling reviews that promised me hot, shirtless werewolf boys battling hot, shirtless vampire boys would have seemed