The life and death of avant-garde, semi-operatic, highly Germanic, proto-new wave musical performer Klaus Nomi. At its best, the film offers insight into the congregation of weirdo misfits in NY that produced crazy cabaret/vaudevillian entertainment, when, as one interviewee put it, people could go to New York and live on fumes.
I’m not sure exactly when all this transpired because Andrew Horn Read the rest of this entry »
I hate to think that I come off as anti-British, especially taking into consideration how many times I have seen all the James Bond films, having been inculcated by my father as a wee one. I should have been delighted to see Bond worked into the Opening Ceremonies, but I am not impressed with the Queen just “being game” to lend herself to a scene. I want it big, like the finale of a Bond film. Big like Moonraker-in-outer-space-big.
Here’s how I would have fixed it:
First, great to start off with Daniel Craig, but way too long with no action in the halls of Buckingham Palace. No one wants slow-motion, ground-level shots of obese Corgi dogs waddling about during an Olymics Opening Ceremony, certainly not Raúl.
Daniel Craig changes swimsuit history.
Change: Standard shot of Daniel Craig in bed with a redhead face down on a pillow. Read the rest of this entry »
Here’s another film that I put off viewing. The documentary Man on Wire was released in 2008, but since it dealt with the World Trade Center Twin Towers, I always procrastinated, not wanting to see still more images of airplanes crashing into buildings and imagining the people inside the planes and the towers. I’d seen the footage Read the rest of this entry »