Very Close to, if not actually in, the CD player:
seen/heard ° listen ° buy
Uh-One, and Uh-Two, and, Uh...
Aaargh! When did the 5678’s show fall off the Southpaw schedule? I was really looking forward to last night’s concert, but from the following, it looks like the gals never left Japan...
...and like Guitar Wolf has itself a new bassist. Those two shows look like endless amounts of fun... but they're in Tokyo. I’m struggling to figure out how a Halloween-night Mountain Goats show makes sense. Luckily, I’ve got these before and after shows to freak out to:
I’ll try to get the camera in to the RFTC gig, but I imagine the Hard Rock (why, Little Steven, why?) folks will be dicks about it.
Speaking of Halloween stuff, Three...Extremes has finally opened... at the lowly little Quad. It’s a fun, nasty little anthology flick. I reviewed it back here (the Voice’s review implies that the order has been made more agreeable, but both Ebert and the estimable Stephen Whitty cite the same order I do... which makes me think the Voice never bothered to re-watch it after an old festival screening).
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With no 5678s show, I traded myself in for a completely different set of numbers: Finally bit the bullet and saw 2046 before it left the cozy confines of the Landmark Sunshine for Cinema Village. That’s right; it took five years for Wong to make the damned thing, and three more months for me to steel myself for it.
By the end, I wanted to lick the screen.
I’ll do a proper hoity-toity write-up when it’s completely irrelevant – it’s scheduled to come out on DVD in late December – but if you haven’t seen it (unlikely; I’m probably the last person in New York to have done so...) you should. And – though not necessary – you should probably see In the Mood for Love, first, so you don’t think Tony Leung’s a total dick. They’re both slow, and sad, and lovely.