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Oh, that happened? Um, okay. Hooray world community. Go whoever America's choice is now. Yay next team in contention yeah I'm dropping this Hulu Plus here I come!
JOO! LYE! July July July! Weez properly in the thick of a full fledged Summah, suckahz! And for the NYC Cinegeek this means we can actually rub the crusts from our flicker-lit eyes and emerge into the sunshine to dwell amongst the other forms of human life in our fair Metropolis, albeit at outdoor screenings only. Extra-cinematic physical interaction? C'mon! What're we, savages?
Why is there no happy song about Sunday? U2 wrote about the Easter Uprising, the Velvets described a Sabbath heroin languish, Joe Jackson focused his melodic vitriol on the 7th day tabloids. It seems to only engender acidic, unfortunate commentary, this day of rest, to which I offer the following response; piss off, ya faux-intellectual joykillers! I got a June breeze, cold green tea and my choice of classic film unspooling to indulge in today. My nyeh is more powerful than yours.
The July calendar's just about complete, and the podcast awaits recording. The month is absolutely jam-packed with classic screenings of both the indoor and outdoor stripe. Guest speakers, live musical accompaniment, and on the 4th of July alone you get 5-count-'em-5 screenings of JAWS spread out across 4 separate venues. Our repertory film Summer in NYC is about to truly and properly begin, but while there's still a scant few days left let's embrace June's bounty before it leaves us. Unless you're watching the World Cup still. Then you're lost to me. All my remaining children may read on.
Is this really the last freakin' day of June '14? Did this month really just brazenly speed past us doin' 95 while February pulled a Zamboni cruise? Am I to eternally curse the gods over this injustice at only increasingly alarming rates? Have you gotten sick of me leading off this blog by complaining about the weather? COMMENT, ya bastidz, COMMENT!
Turns out they don't convict in this state for manufacturing and selling your own sizzurp. Thank god I'm not in Florida, and that my lawyer found a crooked judge.
Oh wait! This is my film site! Wrong blog! I was just joking folks! Why won't this damn HTML editor let me erase that intro?
The usual month's-end lull on the rep calendar reduces our choices to four screenings spread over two series. Once more the paucity of choice is inversely related to the quality of product. Which incidently has always been my go-to pickup line with the ladies. Hashtag playah.
Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, movie aficionados and aficionados of the moving pictures. I guess that covers nearly all of ya. I bid you a fine and fond welcome to the inaugural day of summer 2014. It seemed for a spell an impossible date reached, especially when I cannibalized the last member of our wagon train. If it's any consolation, Murray, everything tastes a little like you since then. I don't care how that sounds.
But today we greet the SOLSTICE! The longest day of the year! And while, yes, there may exist no end of outdoor frolic and pursuit healthy, I'm here to remind you that valuable expenditure of your time in cramped, dimly lit venues, mostly offering nutritional detriment and company a wee bit too identical to your own, can be readily had for the price of a movie ticket. And your better judgement. But HEY! The hell with better judgement, we got a celluloid obsession to indulge. So deprivation of vitamins A through D, HERE I COME!