An impassioned review of Escape From LA, written in anger shortly after Lawrence and I returned from a free screening.
I’m slightly ashamed to admit that I remember Escape From New York fondly. It was a stupid, cheesy action flick, but it wasn’t without style or wit.
Then I saw the trailer for Escape From L.A., and was amused: I admit, I was looking forward to this movie. When I managed to score tickets to a free sneak preview, well…I went.
And I suffered for your sins.
Written a long time ago (back when the book was first released in hardcover). Reposted because I’m still rather fond of the book, and of the review.
Title: Seasons in Hell: With Billy Martin, Whitey Herzog and “The Worst Baseball Team in History”-The 1973-1975 Texas Rangers
Author: Mike Shropshire
Publisher: Donald I. Fine/Penguin
ISBN: 1-55611-495-8
Price: $23.95
I hate baseball.
Actually, that’s not completely fair. I loathe baseball with the same level of intensity that I loathe whole tomatoes, Sarah and James Brady and their merry little gun-banning bund, and the various infestations of Star Trek. I look forward to the day (may it come soon) when I can piss on the metaphorical grave of the soon-to-be-ex Houston Astros: indeed, I look forward to the day when organized baseball in this country finally collapses under the accumulated weight of its own sheer stupidity.
In short, I am not a baseball fan.
Our great and good friend Mike points us to this artnet article about Damien Hirst’s “No Love Lost: Blue Paintings” exhibition.
As everyone must know by now, he has made these paintings himself, at an easel with paints and brushes, a fact that is remarkable for being remarkable.
Mr. Hirst is, as many of you know, the artist responsible for “The golden calf” (“calf, 18 carat gold, glass, gold-plated steel, silicone and formaldehyde solution with Carrara marble plinth”) and “The kingdom” (“tiger shark, glass, steel, silicone and formaldehyde solution with steel plinth”).
…has been fired by the Astros.
(which I love) but the short version is that I hate baseball with a passion.Every now and then, the topic of those weird dot illustrations that the WSJ uses comes up in my circle of friends. They actually do have a name: hedcuts. We’ve speculated from time to time whether the WSJ has a Photoshop filter to do this, or if they’re done by hand.
Interestingly, one of the WSJ staffers who actually does the hedcuts has a blog with examples of some of her work. Even more interestingly, she’s writing about a Spanish artist who she believes is ripping off her work.