here comes the hammer!
Well, today smoke and bells brought us the lovely and talented...Pope Hammer I! Apparently the Bill O'Reilly of popes, it's rumored that in true Haigian fashion, when John Paul 2 died, Hammer rushed in and cried "I'm in charge!" To which the row of dressed-down sous-cardinals holla'd, "Hammer, don't hurt 'em!"
A fun time was had by all.
Here in America, we still apparently have some issues with priests being inappropriate with children, which may have hurt us in the running. Last week I read a story about a panel meeting to discuss the fate of one priest who allegedly did some "bad things", when it was discovered that the head of the group was found to be a former "bad thing doer"! Imagine that! Irony is not lost on the Catholic faith.
Meanwhile, the apocalypse lurches forward, as Paul Reiser appears in a new film, The Thing About My Folks, which arrives here locally at the USA Film Festival's 35th Annual Growing Disappointment later this week. The USAFF used to be a vibrant, inspiring event each year, but somewhere back almost a decade ago, it started to seem less fun, less inviting, and ultimately just went bad on us. I'm always a little surprised now to see their flyer, which comes out like clockwork one week before the festival so that no one will know about all the top secret wonders they have clung to while preparing for festival week, as it always feels like maybe the previous year was their last one. No event seems to come and go with so little fanfare, so little enthusiasm, and so bare-bones a roster. This year they've actually cut the thing down so far there are no afternoon screenings on the weekends, no late evening shows on most days, and saddest of all, the midnight screenings have never truly resurfaced after dropping out completely several years back. Or interesting ones, anyway.
But I work with another festival in town, so this could come across as festival bashing. Trust me, I speak only the truth. I used to see nearly a dozen films each year back in the days we shall call "good". There is no competition here; they simply declined in quality and now they seem to be decreasing in quantity. Of course, some would say that ever since Dennis Hopper allegedly urinated off a balcony during an after-party back in the late seventies (?-correct me if my dates are off), things were never quite the same.
A fun time was had by all.
Here in America, we still apparently have some issues with priests being inappropriate with children, which may have hurt us in the running. Last week I read a story about a panel meeting to discuss the fate of one priest who allegedly did some "bad things", when it was discovered that the head of the group was found to be a former "bad thing doer"! Imagine that! Irony is not lost on the Catholic faith.
Meanwhile, the apocalypse lurches forward, as Paul Reiser appears in a new film, The Thing About My Folks, which arrives here locally at the USA Film Festival's 35th Annual Growing Disappointment later this week. The USAFF used to be a vibrant, inspiring event each year, but somewhere back almost a decade ago, it started to seem less fun, less inviting, and ultimately just went bad on us. I'm always a little surprised now to see their flyer, which comes out like clockwork one week before the festival so that no one will know about all the top secret wonders they have clung to while preparing for festival week, as it always feels like maybe the previous year was their last one. No event seems to come and go with so little fanfare, so little enthusiasm, and so bare-bones a roster. This year they've actually cut the thing down so far there are no afternoon screenings on the weekends, no late evening shows on most days, and saddest of all, the midnight screenings have never truly resurfaced after dropping out completely several years back. Or interesting ones, anyway.
But I work with another festival in town, so this could come across as festival bashing. Trust me, I speak only the truth. I used to see nearly a dozen films each year back in the days we shall call "good". There is no competition here; they simply declined in quality and now they seem to be decreasing in quantity. Of course, some would say that ever since Dennis Hopper allegedly urinated off a balcony during an after-party back in the late seventies (?-correct me if my dates are off), things were never quite the same.
posted by scn at 7:02 PM
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