I'd like to talk about how much they go so jaw-droppingly *right* - like media/entertainment complicity and... and... ...but I can't stop thinking about that time I saw anarchy symbol t-shirts in The Gap's display windows.
I wasn't sure that I should watch Child of God, since I didn't only love the book but also worship Cormac McCarthy like a demi-god. I haven't heard many positive things said about the film, but I finally couldn't resist.
Ultimately I would compare it to a pile of steaming runny yellow feces with a diamond buried in the middle. It was that diamond (which is named Scott Haze) that kept me watching past the five-minute mark. I mean, I…
This was an excellent film, and a terrible documentary. It's a crazy ride, one hilarious moment hot on the tail of the last. Almost everyone I know would be highly entertained. Then there's the soundtrack - Hank III, G.G. Allin and Earth - who came up with combinations like this? Better question, who the hell made it work so well? And the short clips of clogging are just great. I love clogging - I liked doing it as a child…