Offers a fantasy scenario in which a rich person grows a conscience and is able to change for the better, very interesting.
Offers a fantasy scenario in which a rich person grows a conscience and is able to change for the better, very interesting.
Poems that make me yearn to collect firewood, or to take a stroll by a river which divides Pennsylvania from New Jersey, or to see the city's Christmas tree alight at night. Or all three.
Poems that make me yearn to collect firewood, or to take a stroll by a river which divides Pennsylvania from New Jersey, or to see the city's Christmas tree alight at night. Or all three.
Might be my favorite Morrison so far, slthough I seriously need to reread Beloved. Morrison has a way of writing about sexuality, and even sex scenes, that’s both candid and with a hint of the Christian symbolism she’s so fond of.
Might be my favorite Morrison so far, slthough I seriously need to reread Beloved. Morrison has a way of writing about sexuality, and even sex scenes, that’s both candid and with a hint of the Christian symbolism she’s so fond of.
Kinda ghostly and spooky, but also serene. Those dueling pianos on the final track... mmmm.
Kinda ghostly and spooky, but also serene. Those dueling pianos on the final track... mmmm.
As Moore puts it, “Ecstasy affords the occasion and expediency determines the form.”
As Moore puts it, “Ecstasy affords the occasion and expediency determines the form.”
You watch a guy con his way to the top for 90 minutes, and then eat shit for the next 90 minutes. What's not to love?
You watch a guy con his way to the top for 90 minutes, and then eat shit for the next 90 minutes. What's not to love?
What do you even want me to say? It’s a perfect soundtrack for a perfect TV special. The vocal rendition of “Christmastime Is Here” gives me chills. The ending of “The Christmas Song” makes me ascend. Perfection.
What do you even want me to say? It’s a perfect soundtrack for a perfect TV special. The vocal rendition of “Christmastime Is Here” gives me chills. The ending of “The Christmas Song” makes me ascend. Perfection.
For some reason I was expecting a vocal jazz album, when actually this is closer to a gospel album. The religious Christmas songs are given priority over the Santa songs, which is fine!
For some reason I was expecting a vocal jazz album, when actually this is closer to a gospel album. The religious Christmas songs are given priority over the Santa songs, which is fine!
I'm not a Christian, or all that into Christmas, but I do like Christian-themed Westerns that involve Christmas! Not sure there are many of those.
I'm not a Christian, or all that into Christmas, but I do like Christian-themed Westerns that involve Christmas! Not sure there are many of those.
Why is it the greatest Christmas album ever? Because no matter what time of the year it is, this shit will get you in a festive mood. That we got Pet Sounds out of it also helps.
Why is it the greatest Christmas album ever? Because no matter what time of the year it is, this shit will get you in a festive mood. That we got Pet Sounds out of it also helps.
Maturity is realizing Akira Kurosawa really was one of the best to ever do it.
Maturity is realizing Akira Kurosawa really was one of the best to ever do it.
"The dead tree is as important as a living one."
"The dead tree is as important as a living one."
Any story can have a happy ending, or a sad ending, or something in between. Really it depends on where you decide to end it.
Any story can have a happy ending, or a sad ending, or something in between. Really it depends on where you decide to end it.
I always kinda wondered why I never got through all of “Howl” itself until now. Turns out the reason for that is that it sucks. Edgy nonsense, along with most of the other poems here.
I always kinda wondered why I never got through all of “Howl” itself until now. Turns out the reason for that is that it sucks. Edgy nonsense, along with most of the other poems here.
An absurd neo-noir that's kinda whimsical and also kind of an existential nightmare. It's sort of like Lost Highway's less evil nephew, is how I would describe it on the unlikely chance I can convince someone to watch it.
An absurd neo-noir that's kinda whimsical and also kind of an existential nightmare. It's sort of like Lost Highway's less evil nephew, is how I would describe it on the unlikely chance I can convince someone to watch it.
Buñuel really likes to shit on male insecurity across his movies, but Él might be the scariest and least funny example of the bunch. Here he connects dots (problematically, but interestingly) between toxic masculinity and untreated mental illness.
Buñuel really likes to shit on male insecurity across his movies, but Él might be the scariest and least funny example of the bunch. Here he connects dots (problematically, but interestingly) between toxic masculinity and untreated mental illness.