In response to a call for movie-related haiku, I submitted the following on Robert Altman’s The Player:
The pitch, in 10 words:
Griffin Mill kills the writer,
and he steals his girl.
In response to a call for movie-related haiku, I submitted the following on Robert Altman’s The Player:
The pitch, in 10 words:
Griffin Mill kills the writer,
and he steals his girl.
Posted by Culture Snob on Tuesday, April 25, 2006.
Filed in Movies and tagged Haiku (7), Language (10), Poetry (7), Robert Altman (6), Self-Involvement (50).
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Unless you’re holed up in your bedroom poring over blogs and obscure magazines for the best music that isn’t being hawked by the major labels, there’s an excellent chance you’re a bit lost in the current marketplace. The rise of digital music delivery has meant that there’s very little you can’t download from somewhere, and the simple fact is that there is more music in the world than a person could possibly listen to in a thousand lifetimes.
As my wife and my bank account will confirm, I’m trying to do my part. So here are 12 albums (and one stray song) from 2005 that I loved, most of them in the indie-rock vein and all of them a bit off the beaten path.
Posted by Culture Snob on Wednesday, December 28, 2005.
Filed in Music and tagged A Frames (1), Against Me! (2), Amy Rigby (1), Andrew Bird (2), Asha Bhosle (1), Bloc Party (1), Calla (1), Favorite Things (3), Fiona Apple (1), Hot Hot Heat (1), Kronos Quartet (2), New Pornographers (1), Self-Involvement (50), Summer at Shatter Creek (1), The Frames (1), The Kills (1).
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The wife and I commissioned a painting of our dog. We asked not for a portrait, but for a painting that included Bad Dog Ginger. This is what we got.
Posted by Culture Snob on Monday, September 12, 2005.
Filed in Miscellany and tagged Bad Dog Ginger (2), Self-Involvement (50).
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Red Sox fans have officially gone apeshit over the team’s performance.
If this is the way Boston is going to play — and we have no indication to the contrary — I hope the team collapses in the next few weeks, allowing management to get some value for all those free agents the Red Sox can’t afford to sign.
Posted by Culture Snob on Thursday, July 1, 2004.
Filed in Sports and tagged Baseball (10), Boston Red Sox (6), Self-Involvement (50).
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Netflix has ruined my life. Oh, it’s not quite that bad, but it has certainly altered the role of movies in my life. While they have been important to me, probably to a fault, now films have become the sun around which our leisure time orbits, to the point that leisure time isn’t quite so leisurely.
Posted by Culture Snob on Thursday, June 17, 2004.
Filed in Movies and tagged Netflix (4), Self-Involvement (50), Ways of Watching (62).
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A marker of getting old — not old old, but well beyond one’s 20s — is recognizing the flaws of something once adored in youth. Twice recently I’ve had that experience, once while watching Peter Weir’s Fearless (from 1993) and more recently with Dolores Claiborne, the 1995 movie directed by Taylor Hackford and adapted from the Stephen King novel by Tony Gilroy.
Posted by Culture Snob on Tuesday, June 8, 2004.
Filed in Movies and tagged Dramas (61), Self-Involvement (50), Taylor Hackford (2).
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The first movie I remember seeing was Bambi, probably when I was about four years old. We went swimming that day, and there was a thunderstorm, and the mental image the day conjures is me standing in the baby pool with nobody else around. I have no idea if the memory is accurate.
Posted by Culture Snob on Thursday, November 6, 2003.
Filed in Movies and tagged Lists (18), Self-Involvement (50).
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When I was nine or so, I saw a movie on HBO at a neighbor’s house. It was slow, had strange music, dealt with a picnic at some desert locale, and haunted me for years. In college, an English and film professor described the scariest movie he’d ever seen. It sounded awfully familiar. My roommate at the time recalled seeing the same movie as a child in a hotel room in Scotland. So we began a long journey to find a video copy of Peter Weir’s Picnic at Hanging Rock.
Posted by Culture Snob on Tuesday, September 30, 2003.
Filed in Movies and tagged Horror (76), Peter Weir (10), Picnic at Hanging Rock (1), Self-Involvement (50).
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In 1999, the person I’d just started dating commented in an e-mail that every time she read the Stephen King essay about baseball, she knew what it felt like to be one of those little leaguers, even though she (at the time) knew little of baseball and less of little league. I was struck immediately: It’s not how I felt in little league.
Posted by Culture Snob on Thursday, September 25, 2003.
Filed in Sports and tagged Baseball (10), Boston Red Sox (6), Self-Involvement (50).
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I love Jeff Bridges. I love Tim Robbins. I love them equally, and (my gut tells me) in about the same way. We are a ménage à trios, even if they don’t know it yet.
Posted by Culture Snob on Wednesday, September 10, 2003.
Filed in Best of Culture Snob, Movies and tagged Fearless (3), Jacob's Ladder (1), Jeff Bridges (2), Peter Weir (10), Robert Altman (6), Self-Involvement (50), The Player (1), Tim Robbins (1), Ways of Watching (62).
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Posted by Culture Snob on Wednesday, July 9, 2003.
Filed in Movies and tagged Favorite Things (3), Lists (18), Self-Involvement (50).
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