The King of Beers
A short reflection on David Fincher and a plug for my essay on A Cinderella Story.
Wednesday, 2004-07-21 | Classic Gin, Film
...the queen of bad Polaroids.
If you really like a movie or an actor in a movie or the director of a movie, one of the worst things you can ever do is watch the commentary tracks. Every once in a while you get a Fight Club; it's a revelation. Most of the time, however, it just makes you realize exactly how inept, inarticulate and irrelevant most people involved with the production of film are.
In other film related news, you can bounce over to the Demon Gin Features gallery to see my new think-piece about Hilary Duff's latest. I've decided to promote myself; I shall henceforth be one of those inept, inarticulate and irrelevant people who refer to themselves as "involved with film".
Tomorrow, rumor has it that Peter 'stuff them both in my ass' Celauro will be stepping off a plane from New York. We'll see about getting this town a fresh coat of paint.