Some of the best writing in OC Weekly can be found in a place you have to hunt for: Greg Stacy's Special Screenings. We love Greg a lot around here, but every so often he gets his dates wrong and he'll have a movie playing a week late or early or whatever. Thank the God of Educational Loans for our amazing interns, because they catch these errors. But today's fix comes courtesy of an Eagle-Eyed Timekeeper who just so happened to drive past the Edwards South Coast Village marquee on the way to t
As some readers may know, I occasionally dabble in acting and film-making, though I've only been paid for acting once, playing an evil American druglord in a Chinese movie called A Date in Paradise that, from what I understand, will likely never see the light of day.
Last week, I got to show my stuff again, as my half-French sister Nicole “Nini” Ayach and her boyfriend Andrew Shemin came through town as part of their ongoing cross-country shoot for their independent feature Walkin' My Baby
How to go about this, when I've already written so much about this week in film?
Well, for starters, SAW IV is only a pick for hardcore SAW fans like me, and it's still likely to disappoint them a little bit.
FINISHING THE GAME, the Justin Lin comedy about the making of Bruce Lee's GAME OF DEATH, is recommended if you're a cinephile with a taste for indie comedy, and also just because it's worth encouraging Justin Lin's indie films rather than his big-studio paychecks. For more on this, read t
Lichens (Chicago guitarist/vocalist Robert Lowe) has balls. Before a crowd of metal heads who wanted to rock the fuck out on cochlea-threatening volume and controlled bombast, he began his set with field recordings of birdsong, while seated off to the left side of the stage. You could sense he was sending currents of unease through the audience at Echoplex. He gradually added dulcet vowel sounds from his throat and then intricately looped the “oh”s and “ooh”s. Soon after came Frippian el
Satanique Samba Trio
Sangrou
(Amplitude Art)
Curb Your Cynicism is a recurring blogtastic feature in which the music editor pithily enthuses about new releases and reissues he thinks will enhance your life and erode your cynicism about the state of music, circa now.
On their MySpace page, Satanique Samba Trio write that their music sounds like “a jar full of wrong.” Sounds right to me.
SST hail from Brazil, but don't expect any “Girl From Ipanema” mellowness or Mutantes-like psychede