mai 21, 2004
density's child
Oh, angel Crispy Wispy, you seemed so eligible... wit' love of Fassbinder, rats and medical equipment... wit' alleged Green/Kaufman style chatshow tomfoolery... wit' bold championing of "counter-culture" and "anti-theater"... wit' pals in Devo... wit' albums which have been compared to Zappa and Beefheart... wit' pinstriped martial arts skill...
wit' old-school romancin'...
wit' singular nez...
wit' healthy interest in military propaganda...
What is it? It's a shit film. You advocated equal rights for downie actors - wonderful! But you can't back it up, can you? In fact, it's really just a freak-show... isn't it, Crispy? Damn those anonymous corporate entities ... controlling our minds with their advertising campaigns ... nazis! Right on, Crispy! Time for a revolution, you say? Great! But wait ... this must be some new meaning of the word "revolution" I have not previously encountered ... we will bite them on the features ... we will scribble on some antique books ... and then, yea, we will shag Playboy bunnies.
Oh, Hellion, you are a sham! You are Vincent Gallo without the humility. Like Orson Welles, you are spirited, educated and talented, but you have nothing to say. Your fist-biting nervous breakdown on Letterman was not comedy terrorism. You're not Moore, you're sore - because Steven Spielberg didn't let you be on Back To The Future II.
I would still give you one, like. I'm just scared that I will turn out like you.
Related links:
Chapman Bros., mindlessly defacing their predecessors. I mean, using their black humour to force us to confront the nastier things in life. Cheers, Chappo! McDonalds sux!!!1!
Paolozzi. At least his take on pop art was aesthetic. Lichenstein and Warhol weren't entirely conceptually redundant but they came close. The Chappos aren't pop art, though! They're surrealists! No, they're fucking pop art.
Posted by rosy at mai 21, 2004 04:06 PM