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For those who don't know, I've signed on to the upcoming 27-hour Marvel Movie Marathon, something we mentioned jokingly at the last Marvel Movie Marathon. As in we didn't think it would actually be a thing. The first, which began with 2008's IRON MAN at 11am and concluded with the first AVENGERS film at midnight, lasted for fifteen hours. The upcoming shenanigans, well, you do the math. I normally only discuss repertory cinema on this site and my Twitter and Instagram feeds. However, just for the head's up, I'm announcing I'll be live-tweeting/Instagramming/whatever-new-social-media-thingy-they-devise-between-then-and-now'ing during that movie theater sleepover. For anyone who longs to follow the decline of civilized nehavior in a bio-dome setting, this is for you. Just wait'll the crowd realizes the venue's run out of RedVines!
Honesty has always been my greatest asset, whether it be admitting to a party mishap, such as drunkedly breaking a vase, to stalwart and vociferous defense of a position on one or more films. So in that spirit of dedicated honesty, I will admit the following; I'm beat. Let's just get to today's listings, shall we?
March Madness.To some, an invigorating annual sports event, one that involves spirited competition, miracles of human physical ability, and the gazing at potential future stars. To others, the lingering ghost of February. Just ask Jack Torrance. Don't hate the axe-wielding snow maze stalker, hate the game.
HELLO SPRING 2015! Goddam, how we've missed you! We gotta talk, let's get some grass growing, some flower buds forming, some extra sunlight and heat for the basking, come on come on, there's much work to do, we-
Wait, what? We're getting snow? And it's 31 degrees? And the ground's still too hard to dig out those German bearer bonds I buried back in the fall under the statue of-
Eh. Heh. Got a little excited 'bout the thaw for a second there. Well, another day or two, it is March, y'know what they say, in like a giant transparent freeze-inducing ice lion, out like a look just let this end already please? Huh? Can you hear me, ice lion?
Apologies, Stockahz. I must admit the previous evening's Saint Patrick's Day festivities interfered, ultimately, with yesterday's post. Which, to be fair, I DID attempt, and after a good sound sleepin'-it-off gave a sober read, and thanked whatever good sense was left in me at 9am of the 18th for convincing me to drop it. For the record, I don't hate De Palma as much as 15 pints of Guinness want me to. Much as I'd like to agree with the black gold, nope. Ain't gonna do it.
Top o' tha morn ta yaz! I hope today's celebration of all things Emerald Isle and the punishing amount of booze a human may intake finds you in good health and spirits. Onus on the latter. Continuing series this day are limited to the Wim Wenders mani/pedi at MoMA, and Black & White 'Scope: American Cinema at BAM. The Bell & Howell blarney be thus;
March. Once more, month, you're living up to your name. Fine n' all, but ya might wanna slow the rapid cadence down just a step? 'Cause yer C.O. time itself is gettin' just a bit outta damn hand?
So a very good friend of mine just finished directing her first film. It's a live-action short, but it's a start. Once I get permission from her to throw her name up here, I'll do so, just to tell you to watch out for future Oscars broadcasts so youse can all say ya knew her when.