...and blow some dust off this sumbitch.
Friday, June 8, 2012
Saturday, February 6, 2010
What's sad is that I'm still gonna seek out this documentary and watch it. But, after that, please...no more grindhouse documentaries. It's distracting me from watching my art films. I've been trying to finish Belladonna of Sadness for about a week now, when shit like this comes up and I gotta post it.
Posted by Mars Nova at 9:55 PM
Sunday, January 31, 2010
I have completely wasted a good Christina Lindberg photo to tell you that we have a YouTube page.
Posted by Mars Nova at 4:33 PM
Sunday, January 10, 2010
Furthermore, if you're ever in beautiful north Seattle, visit the fabulous Baranof. "Hear angel trumpets and devil trombones!...you are invited!"
Anyway, on to the podcast: No ID's in-between songs ('cuz I basically didn't feel like it this time). As for the playlist, well...I did this podcast a month ago, so you'd have to make me dig up song names with all kinds of weird spellings for artists like Barry Adamson, Serge Gainsbourg, White Zombie, Peeping Tom, Gene Pitney, Jill Tracy, Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds, Francois Du Roubaix, Nine Inch Nails, Betty Davis and Tom Waits and on and on and on...but, ya see, I'm really not in the mood for that. I mean, I love you guys and I appreciate your support, but I'm not coming to your house to fuckin' spoon with you on the couch.
So be a grown-up, pour yourself another shot and be thankful for "Episode Two: Kiss Me Deadly (No ID)".
The radio ad this time is from 1969's Females for Hire, some sleazy German sexploitation fare.
Anyway, I'll try harder next time...I promise. :-)
I don't promise. :-)
Posted by Mars Nova at 7:13 PM
Friday, December 11, 2009
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Furthermore: the latest scores from Derby News Network. That's right--I said "Derby News Network"...what're ya, slow?
Posted by Mars Nova at 3:34 PM
A few months back, the mailperson dropped this huge box from Amazon on my doorstep (as if I needed MORE physical weight to contend with--the book inside really IS as heavy as advertised). Thanked the mailperson from across the street, because I KNEW what was inside that box--my copy of Stephen Thrower's Nightmare USA: The Untold Story of the Exploitation Independents.
Opened it up and just could NOT understand how one man could construct and compile a volume of reviews, essays and interviews so probing, so thorough, so down-to-the-last-microfiber that any other attempt before it (save, perhaps, old educational favorites like Sleazoid Express) just blows away in the wind. Thrower keeps it real in his commentaries on each film--if something's a piece of garbage, he'll tell you, flat-out. He doesn't mind cracking a joke, but he also works hard to insure that you're thoroughly educated.
If glowing accolades from "Bizarre" magazine, reviewers and critics everywhere and even the late Lux Interior himself don't sell you on this, then I don't know what to say to you. I really don't.
You will FALL INTO THIS BOOK...you'll try to spend Thanksgiving in it. Your friends/family/lovers may have to occasionally pull you OUT of it. It's just that good, just that complete. Don't leave it just lying around in public areas--SERIOUSLY. It will vanish.
And with a second volume on deck for next year, I mean...how can you lose?
You'll find part one of a recent interview with the author, Stephen Thrower, here.
Posted by Mars Nova at 2:44 PM