Only a few of the program’s many, many major questions were answered, and without fail, they were answered with more questions.
I’ve picked up a contract with American Public Media to do some grunt work on their web site, slicing up a few HTML pages and putting them back together again.
It went from being a weird, campy, semi-satirical look at suburban life to being a ludicrous, kitschy, not-at-all-satirical soap opera.
Some brief thoughts on each of the shorts (and not-so-shorts) of the films I saw at Judge & Hertzfeldt’s touring festival of animation.
When the only convincing performance in a film comes from a backwards-talking, computer-animated muppet, you know you’re in trouble.
After watching the last couple of episodes, I’m wondering: was Rory always this much of a spineless weasel?
The whole affair is a wonderful play (pun intended) on identity, reality, and langugage.
A month late, I finally get to see the renovated Walker Art Center. And I take pictures.
Kung Fu Hustle doesn’t inspire deep analysis so much as a feeling of sheer elation.
Late in the game, Nicole Ohlde finally realized that there was no way that Margo “Shawn Bradley” Dydek could keep up with her, and started spinning around her at will.