This article has been revised to reflect the following correction:
Correction: May 2, 2013
An earlier version of this article referred incorrectly to the products sold at By Brooklyn. The store does not sell dandelion and burdock soda, lovage soda syrup, and Early Bird granola “gathered in Brooklyn.”
An earlier version also referred incorrectly to the thoroughfare that contains the thrift shop Vice Versa. It is Bedfoprd Avenue, not Bedford Street.
The Wicker Man! Everyone talks about the bees and the bear punch and while those scenes are indeed beautiful and stupid things, my favorite part is any time Nicolas Cage is on a bicycle. He’s such a bad bike rider! He’s a worse bike rider than he is a detective, and he’s a terrible detective. This makes no sense because, as we see in the movie’s utterly pointless prologue, he’s skilled enough on a motorcycle to swoop over and pick up a doll tossed out of a station wagon window by a pseudo-portentous blonde child without breaking a sweat and/or his neck. Yet he wobbles up and down the (shockingly well-hewn!) paths of Misandry Island like a drunk seven-year-old. Then there’s the part where he bike-jacks a schoolteacher in a bird mask. Then there’s the part where he comes out of some Misandry Cottage where he’s been doing vague, aggressive, impotent detective work and he looks to where he left his bike against the hedge and the bike is GONE and to emphasize this fact the score gives us a dramatic sting, like almost literally a “DUN DUN DAAH.” He’s like the Wicked Witch of the Oh My God This Movie, Let’s Not Even Talk About The Misuse of Ellen Burstyn, And What Was LeeLee Sobieski Even Doing There?
(very beautiful screenshot via The Many Faces of Nicolas Cage; more)
MY THOUGHTS EXACTLY
Some Things I Learned From This Duncan Sheik Press Release I Got Yesterday
- In 2011, he released a collection of acoustic covers of 80s pop songs.
- In November, he will release a collection of other people remixing his acoustic covers of 80s pop songs.
- “Sheik is currently working on stage productions of Brett Easton Ellis’ American Psycho and Hans Christian Andersen’s The Nightingale.”
Oh, I forgot to tell you about the friends I made in Nashville last week.
The Oranges Trailer - Yahoo! Movies
I’m sorry, in what world does Hugh Laurie + Catherine Keener = Alia Shawkat and Oliver Platt + Alison Janney = Leighton Meester and not absolutely obviously the other way around? Is the twist to this movie that the families’ daughters were switched at birth and House is actually having an affair with his own child? (trailer link and fuel for realization via @daverawkblog)
Have you read Philip Pullman’s His Dark Materials trilogy? Have you seen the movie version of The Golden Compass? Be prepared: It’s terrible! Really really terrible. Perhaps the only reason I would suggest that you watch it (Joe and I saw it last night for the first time) is if you love Mr. Carson on Downton Abbey but feel as if he needs more dreadlocks, eyeliner and facial tattoos. I literally shrieked—or maybe it was a yelp? or more specifically like a high-pitched startled choking sound?—when he appeared, totally unexpected. Numerous other vocalizations occurred during our screening last night but mostly they were of the “OH HELL NO” variety. (SERIOUSLY HOW CAN YOU DOWNPLAY THE TRAUMA OF INTERCISION LIKE THAT, MOVIE. HOW CAN YOU DO THAT. ALSO YOU TOTALLY SQUANDERED SERAFINA PEKULA. AMONG OTHER THINGS.)
OK, everyone. After this summer, we have NO EXCUSES if we no longer feel we know how to “be.”
“At better drug and department stores.”






