the arts glutton

After seeing Headhunters at Independent Film Festival Boston this week, I have decided that Askel Hennie is the Norwegian Vincent Kartheiser. And that Nikolaj Coster-Waldau and I need to be alone together, stat.

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EXITING THE THEATER FOLLOWING THE MUPPETS: The Glutton: Jason Segel’s muppet looked like Brian Unger. Hermano: “Jason Segel’s Muppet” would be a good name for a band.

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AT TORY ROW IN HARVARD SQUARE: He trained them.  Monkeys riding dogs.  That was his life. (May or may not have been a reference to this.)

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AHAHAHAHA, I am all back and shizzle. 2011 has proven to be highly nonconducive to blogging (if you are me, which, sadly, I am, in perpetuity).  But as of now, I have recently moved, I have much better closet space (both physically and mentally), I have a bathroom wherein you can choose from several places [...]

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AT INDEPENDENT FILM FESTIVAL BOSTON‘S SCREENING OF SUBMARINE: IFFB staff member: Thanks to you all for coming out, buying tickets, and putting warm bodies in seats. [APPLAUSE] First guy behind me [loudly]: WOOOO!  WARM BODIES! Second guy behind me [quietly]: I love warm bodies.

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ON THE BIKE PATH: Isn’t that a line from Zombieland?  ”Always have an exit plan”?  So, you couldn’t run to a lighthouse.  Unless you had, like, a hot-air balloon.

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(It’s a Nick Cave reference, if you’re confused.) (And, I suppose, a Bible reference.) I had this lovely New Year’s resolution — “Suck less: blog more” — that was going to solve all my problems.  And then (get that tiny violin ready) Christmas took up more time and energy than expected, and then I had [...]

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Knocked Off the List:  Nowhere Boy, The Hunger Games trilogy, Nine, Last Chance Harvey, All Good Things, Seductive Poison: A Jonestown Surviver’s Story of Life and Death in the Peoples Temple, Dark and Stormy Night, Cemetery Junction, Tiny Furniture *          *          * Look, I’ve been adrift at [...]

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If there were ever a man who could turn a receding hairline into a steamy sex symbol, it might be Nick Cave. I should clarify:  I am not really attracted to Nick Cave.  I don’t think.   <thinks>  Probably not.  But I am attracted to the grit of him, the idea of him, rotating smugly on the needle [...]

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“Did you both come back together?” asked the Duchess. “Because he has crossed thirty-four times you must not suppose he has a monopoly in sunrises,” retorted Dear Jones.  ”No; this was my own sunrise; and a mighty pretty one it was too.” “I’m not matching sunrises with you,” remarked Uncle Larry calmly; “but I’m willing [...]

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