There once was a gang called the Man-Eaters /
They rode on one- and two-seaters /
It's easy to tell, they liked to raise hell /
and in cutting off heads they're the leaders
Thats the Road Runner, fastest bird in the world they say. I figure hes at least the fastest in these parts. Hes got a speed so quick you cant really take its measure.
Whos that mangy feller chasin after him.
Thats The Coyote. Some people think hes tryin to eat the bird, but Ive always believed hes just chasin him on account of hes runnin. The Runner'll always run, so The Coyote'll always be chasin him.
Thats a nice thought.
I dont know if its nice, but its a thought.
This was intended to be a pastiche of cheap gothic horror movies from studios like Hammer and AIP but unfortunately it feels more like a Hollywood horror version of one of those bawdy Eastern European comedies that I never really understand. Save for a few nice moments (that climactic shot of the ballroom mirror is choice), there's only one real reason to watch this, and I'm not just saying it for cheap woke points: Sharon Tate, who burns up the…
As I intended, seeing this right after Nanette certainly puts it in a different, ah, perspective. But even on its own it almost seems to (unintentionally, I'm sure) undercut the notion of Picasso's genius rather than amplify it, his works here are pleasing to look at but seeming them come together from scratch makes them look even more like doodles, basically and literally disposable in that each one is wiped away moments after completion to make room for the next one.
When I was 17 or 18 I was eating lunch at this place called New York Subs (now closed) and I ordered my sandwich and sat down in front of this man (who I later learned was my parents' dentist, incidentally) who was by himself waiting on his food. When the waitress came by to bring him his order, I heard her ask him about the crossword puzzle he was doing. "Yeah, I find it's a lot easier to do…