what crikey means

tonight's the last film of the 3rd German Silent Film Fest. it's Asphalt, directed by Joe May, live music by Cynthia Alexander, screening at Greenbelt 1 Cinema 1. ticks, apparently, start selling at 3pm.

Jeffrey M. Anderson over at Combustible Celluloid says Asphalt is 'considered the last of the German Expressionist movies,' but is 'probably not one of the movement's high points.' still, he goes on, it 'has a certain pulp energy that at least rates it a minor classic.'

i like pulp, but sounds a bit iffy. and i'd still rather have gotten to see The Golem and Drip with Mabel. still, spilt milk and all that, and it is part of the movement, and it's not as though you get German Expressionist films everyday around here, so...

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for some odd reason, i kept getting songs from Hail to the Thief stuck in my head, even though it's been The Eraser on my spinner all day yesterday, last night, and this morning.

only this morning, finally, it was Black Swan, on the commute to work.

here's some more of the interview i posted yesterday (there may be more bits of it out there, but i can't seem to find them):



again, you can also watch it right off YouTube here.

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this may seem a bit pretentious, but: as i kept telling people after i learned of his death yesterday, i was never quite a fan, never really watched his show, and only really know (knew) him from interviews, adverts, and white information, and, quite frankly, always thought he was a bit of a loon. but then, i have an affinity for loons, and it seems infinitely sad for the world to lose his indefatigable enthusiasm and sincere child-like wonder; also, as Paul put it, he always seemed unkillable...

that Steve Irwin should be killed by a stingray barb in the heart seems so fitting and ironic at the same time it's almost funny.

this isn't exactly what he's about, and i'm sure there are more appropriate ways to pay tribute to the man, ways he'd appreciate better; still, here's something to remember him by.

R.I.P.