After which, he is a good sport about it.
Like Treacher, I still think it’s a dumb song, though.
After which, he is a good sport about it.
Like Treacher, I still think it’s a dumb song, though.
We’re middle class. Thoughts from la Camille. I thought this relevant to the new movie production venture:
The elemental power of sexuality has also waned in American popular culture. Under the much-maligned studio production code, Hollywood made movies sizzling with flirtation and romance. But from the early ’70s on, nudity was in, and steamy build-up was out. A generation of filmmakers lost the skill of sophisticated innuendo. The situation worsened in the ’90s, when Hollywood pirated video games to turn women into cartoonishly pneumatic superheroines and sci-fi androids, fantasy figures without psychological complexity or the erotic needs of real women.
Maybe it’s not too late to change that.
This has the same content as the earlier version, but with some additional commentary by Bill Whittle.
I first saw this over three months ago, but it’s now on Youtube.
And for those interested in private space, this may be one of the first movies to be produced.
Just one more day until the new film-production concept goes live, at least for FB users.
To a new funding mechanism for American movies for American viewers.
Lileks liked it.
…to not watch the World Cup (I didn’t — I already had plenty), beware the vuvuzela.
We stopped clicking for a few minutes and found a show that looked interesting, and watched it for a few minutes. Then we discovered it was about vampires.
Click.
What is it with modern culture (or even popular culture going back decades, or centuries) that is so fascinated by immortal blood suckers? I know there are lots of pseudopsychological explanations for it, but they just leave me cold. I have zero interest.
Kind of like Barack Obama, now that I think about it. And I wouldn’t deny a relationship.
I mean, parasites are parasites…
…versus Hayek. I like them both, actually, but obviously for different reasons.