I found this browsing Dave Sterling's vimeo channel, which has tons of forgotten little pieces of SOV ephemera btw. I recommend it. Like reading a sexy young adult novella from the 90's. Dear Diary "My life is like a fucking Fellini film". Gag-me dialog but fashion photographs and softcore sex scenes that go on for ages. Video Lolita with a credit card and an Alicia Silverstone complex, but Alicia in the Babysitter...or was it the Crush? Maybe in the Aerosmith…

Poetry in motion. One of my purest Giuseppe experiences to date. I could prattle on about the plot and characters but we all know that they're just the facilitators of his words. The dialog is the star. Like vulgar Shakespearean halos illuminating the trailer like little a million little epiphanies, more than we can process or remember. This may have been the hardest I've laughed at a film in a while, and it's certainly the most old man penis I've…

I saw this with my Dad in the theater when it came out. I'm pretty sure it was my favorite movie that year. I was in 7th grade and there was this boy from my school who was also at the theater with his Dad. His name was Michael, He was a Gothic King Cobra, black metal shirts and ill-fitting black levis. Stringy long hair like Mark Borchardt and aviator spectacles to match, he could have walked right out of…

Something you may know about me is, I really really really love Ju-On. It's the haunted franchise of my dreams. I feel deeply if not psychically connected to Toshio as at cat. And Kayako is the best ghost Mom. It's a serious situation. I would follow Ju-On and even the American Grudge sequels blindly into the abyss for eternity, but this thing totally sucked. I feel that the makers of this film totally misunderstood, misrepresented and misused Ju-On. Where as…