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I'm doin' my damndest to refrain from kicking these posts off with non-movie related kvetching, such as the Yankees record at this stage of the season, the fact that weather-wise it's been autumn since the end of May, and my firm & concrete denial that BREAKING BAD ended. Season 6 is starting any day now. Don't wake a sleepwalker.
Sure, modern Hollywood's adept when it comes to talking Raccoons. Granted, they can make you love a tree more than any hippie thought imaginable. And yes, spaceships have never looked quite as Chris Fossian as this week's latest blockbuster displays them. You gonna let that wimwam come between you and a classic screening today? Especially when you've already seen this new blockbuster three times? In one day?
Okay for you, then! I'm gonna stay true to my rep film roots and eschew a 4th screening of Marvel Studios' latest magnum opus in favor of the classic gems on display. Wait, I meant a 1st screening! I mean any screening oh hell have I blown my cover! Drat! Let's just dive in! ROCKET RACOOOOOOOOONNN!!!!
Back from my mini-jaunt to the Jersey Shore, a short but much-anticipated opportunity to indulge in one of my fave annual fortitude-testing repasts. I won't go into any garish gastrointestinal detail, I'll simply quote a great man, who knew a little something about blowin' it out, as it were;
What happens at the Clamfest, stays at the Clamfest. - Dean Martin.
Okay, it was Dean Cheswick Martin, founder and emeritus of the Center for Advanced Learning in Mollusk Sciences. But they sorta shared similar wildman philosophies. Ahem.
So it's only been two months since yours truly got the hell outta dodge. BOY, are you cats exacting! Well look, begrudge me all ya want, I'm hightailing it out of this bescrabbled burg for a 2-day Clamfest at the Jersey Shore. I will muse heavily upon your non-mini-vacationing envy whilst scarfing down various fried delicacies, of both the food variety and the no-questions-asked iteration. As it benefits me not to abscond without even an inkling of the weekend's doings on NYC's rep film circuit, I will provide you once more with the bulk-buy version of the daily picks, as well as the series overview, which goes a little something like this;
August '14 is finally, most regrettably upon us. Regrettably not for any demerit of its own, but for its rank on the calendar, heralding increasingly colder temps and dead leaf-ridden lawns. So let's blank our memories of these unfortunate perennial happenstances and instead celebrate the little slice of summer that remains, shan't we?
Nitrate Stock 's August '14 calendar/podcast is just about ready to post. Exciting stuff lay on NYC's rep circuit horizon, including tribs to two very influential auteur filmmakers, an observance of one of Hollywood's least proud moments, and, of course, the last of the city's terrific outdoor screenings. Before we get there, though, let's send July off in style, shall we?
July 2014. Independence Day, the World Cup and the 45th anniversary of the Eagle's touchdown in the Mare Tranquilitatis. All in all it's been a pleasant passage of 31 days. The month's not over yet though, nor is the rep film circuit's sked. So let's get to it.
In the words of every infomercial since the dawn of cathode ray tubes, AND WE'RE BACK! The site was victim of a security update snafu yesterday, and apologies to anybody inconvenienced by the service interruption. The lights are back on, the doors are open again, my smiling mug's once more here to greet ya. No, I don't charge extra for hugs. Autographs, let's haggle.