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After 9 whole months of dread, fear, impatience, desperation, anxiety, hopelessness, and out-and-out societal delinquency on the part of some fans, our long Cinegeek nightmare is finally over; SPIDER-MAN's finally getting a REBOOT! Hallelloo! Never make us wait this long again, knuckleheads in charge!!!!
Well, January was quite the knucklehead hoot, but February, I have to say, is shaping up as quite the successor. In sports, Pete Carroll literally handed over a sure Super Bowl victory, while Knicks owner Slippin' Jimmy Dolan told disgruntled fans everywhere, and one specifically, to go become a Brooklyn Nets fan. In politics, the Supreme Court told Alabama to grow the fuck up already, while Prez "candidates" Rand Paul and Chris Christie sided with parents who are still iffy about the whole childhood vaccination thing. And at Sunday night's Grammy's, Kanye West proved just one more confused soul to prove Barack Obama a solid judge of character. Here's praying things simmer down goin' forward. unless we're talking 'bout the weather, in which case it can't heat up soon enough.
Yep, that's my ba-dum-dum. It's February, okay, you got better?
I don't give an infinitesimal good goddam what the Cinemascore, or Metacritic, or Rotten Tomatoes numbers say. I'm sticking with the Wachowskis. Loyalty's gotta still count for somethin'.
The Oscars approacheth. I'm finalizing my reviews, securing my Picks. And planning the first and biggest bash this site has ever hosted. Still, if THE GRAND BUDAPEST HOTEL gets snubbed, I'll be in bits.That's just me.
Continuing series this day include the Charles Laughton Love-A-Thon at Film Forum, the Ginger Rogers footbathery & general inflatable castle romp dedicated to women in film at MoMA, and the silver halide worship otherwise known as Celluloid Dreams at IFC Center. The big screen blathery be thus;
January '15 lies in its frost-ridden grave. And GOOD, sez moi. Its younger brother, the equally insidious February, has just entered the fray, and its demise is equally desirable. And yet, within this foreboding 28-day cycle that looms, we have some occurances to be treasured...
A word of wisdom, to those who'll listen; the so-called Super Bowl is but days away. After that, it's BAAAASEBAAAALLLLLLL!!!!!!
Harrumph.
Ongoing rep film shenanigans today include Orson Welles 100 at Film Forum, the Gordon Willis smoochery at Museum of the Moving Image, the inventively entitled French Classics of the 1930's-40's at Anthology Film Archives, and the honest boast Heating Up January at Journal Square's Landmark Jersey Loews. Here be the shenanigans;
New and continuing series brandishing their wares this day include Orson Welles 100 at Film Forum, the Joan Bennett courting at MoMA, the bi-monthly Justice in Film at the New York Historical Society, See It Big! Gordon Willis at Museum of the Moving Image, French Classics of the 1930's-40's at Anthology Film Archives, and the weekend series Heating Up January at the Landmark Jersey Loews. Let the best collection of silver halides win;
Finishing up my year-end reviews, my Top Ten list of '14. Prepping the site's Feb '15 calendar, the new month's podcast. Scribbling my rookie commentary track. Prepping this site's inaugural screening. And somehow, in the middle of all this, I'm finding time for that most important action, the one that provides perspective; the eating of Funions. Masticating the plastic gold over here so they don't...uh...something something...over there oh let's just get to it shall we?