I have always given more thought to what films will be on the movie watching plate for this time of season than what I may or may not wear out on the town.
You can keep the candy corn. Here is my menu of traditional and non-traditional treats.
Battle of Algiers - War, revolution, terrorism, and torture.
Contagion - Paltrow gets her cap peeled and Cliff Martinez brings the synth rock to this uneven plague.
House of Sand - Crazy dude drags lovely wife into the uninhabited north coast of Brazil. Can Seu Jorge save the day? You bet your Ziggy Stardust he can!
Kwaidan - Japanese ghost stories rendered beautifully - make your own haiku.
Trick R' Treat - Mindless American fun. And Anna Paquin.
Tenebrae - Stylish early eighties slasher epic. Italian for tits and ass.
Hanna - Homeschool girl kicks ass and takes names.
Happy 'ween!
Monday, October 31, 2011
Sunday, October 30, 2011
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
Thursday, October 20, 2011
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
Friday, October 14, 2011
Rondo!!!!!!!
Are those the Washington Generals? Seriously, who the hell is that team he is playing against. I think I play pick-up at USM with one of those dudes.
NBA needs to start soon!
Via Hardwood Paroxysm.
Thursday, October 13, 2011
Monday, October 10, 2011
Thursday, October 6, 2011
countdown
All up in that black with his chick right beside him
Ladies, if you love your man show him you the fliest
Grind up on it, girl, show him how you ride it
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
Lupe Fiasco, Occupy Wall Street
Hey Moneyman the crowd is outside. The past, the future and the now is outside. The teachers and cooks and the drop-outs too. Word on the street is they looking for you…
Hey Moneyman they saying whats the score? And how much blood have you spilled on the butcher shop floor? Those numbers keep running but what they running into? The crowd is outside and they asking of you…
Hey Moneyman Moneyman the mayors' on the phone. He says he wants to know if all those people went home. Those momma's and poppa's and students and cooks. Those teachers and preachers, one second I'll look…
Hey Moneyman Moneyman the tents are still up, the songs are still singing and the coffee's in cups. The nights due to fall and the sun's going down but its still a whole mess of good folks hanging round...
They eyes are wide and their voices are loud. Its white and black and colorless proud. The signs are big and the smiles are bright. By heaven I reckon its gone be one hell of a night!
Hey Moneyman poor Moneyman you should slip out the back. Cuz the forces of greed are under attack. No bombs or bullets or rocks or guns. Just hashtag's and voices at the tops of their lungs!
And Moneyman Moneyman I wont need a ride. But if you need me…
You can find me outside.
By Wasalu "Lupe Fiasco" Jaco
#OccupyWallStreet
Monday, October 3, 2011
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