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Jason Overbeck
@bentclouds.bsky.social
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Editor/Assistant Editor working in film and advertising.

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Where’d I get it: Estate sale

Why’d I get it: I like doo-wop and I didn’t have it. Good copy too

On Spotify: Yes

How many plays: 2

Verdict: Always thought of The Coasters as a singles band but this is pretty consistently great and wonderfully strange collection of songs. 9/10

Keep or sell: Keep
The Coasters -S/T (1957)
December 11, 2025 at 7:06 AM
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Ugh. Help. So many.
So many Hong Kong video cds
December 6, 2025 at 11:31 PM
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Dozens of 90s video cds at the thrift today.
HK video cds
December 6, 2025 at 11:09 PM
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Where’d I get it: Estate sale last weekend.

Why’d I get it: A nice copy, pretty rare and it was 5 for $1.

On Spotify: Yes

How many plays: 2

Verdict: I knew Vincent from “Be-Bop-A-Lula” and from his appearance in THE GIRL CAN’T HELP IT. Really enjoyed this primitive rock. 8/10

Keep or sell: Keep
Gene Vincent & His Blue Caps - S/T (1957)
December 4, 2025 at 5:15 AM
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Good mail day. All three are unseen by me. I’m glad I was patient and waited for a great release of THE HOUSE WITH LAUGHING WINDOWS, which I’ve been desperate to see for quite some time.
Playful White Fingers The House With Laughing Windows (4K) The Cat
December 3, 2025 at 11:50 PM
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I switched to Tidal because Spotify seems like a shitty company, here are some details from the Tidal wrap.

I played the new Teethe and Hotline TNT albums a lot and really enjoyed the Tacoma Radar reissue from Numero. I’ll post a best of 2025 list sometime in January, when I’ve heard more.
Top albums: 01 Magic Of The Sale Teethe 02 No One Waved Goodbye Tacoma Radar 03 Raspberry Moon Hotline TNT 04 Live to 388, NYC Ulrika Spacek 05 Getting Killed Geese 06 >>>> Beak> 07 Dark Sky Reserve Robin Kester 2025 Top Artist 01 Teethe 02 Tacoma Radar 03 Ulrika Spacek 04 Hotline TNT 05 Ryuichi Sakamoto 994 Unique Artists Genres: Shoegaze Bliss Indie Rock Urgency Atmospheric Dream Pop Raw Guitar Textures Melancholic Indie Folk Art Rock Grooves Expansive Soundscapes Alternative Jangle Pop Emotionally Resonant Songwriting Hypnotic Post-Punk
December 3, 2025 at 7:17 PM
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#Top5FirstViews November
(I skipped October because it would have been all AFI FEST, this list is still mostly new release catch up.)
1. MEGADOC (Figgis)
2. ANGEL GUTS: RED PORNO (Ikeda)
3. DIE MY LOVE (Ramsay)
4. THE WAR GAME (Watkins)
5. IT WAS JUST AN ACCIDENT (Panahi)
Megadoc Angel Guts: Red Porno Die My Love The War Game
December 1, 2025 at 9:08 PM
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First visit to Barnes & Noble for this Criterion sale, they didn’t have most of what I was looking to find.
Misericordia In the Mood for Love 4K Carnal Knowledge 4K Altered States 4K
November 29, 2025 at 7:02 AM
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Sometimes you go to the thrift store and they have a rare Devo bootleg. This one was stuffed inside a minty copy of Sade’s STRONGER THAN PRIDE (I would have plenty happy to have the Sade record).
Sing If You’re Glad to Be Devo Back of Devo bootleg
November 24, 2025 at 8:53 PM
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God what an amazing career Udo Kier had.
Just the tip of the iceberg
November 24, 2025 at 1:11 AM
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At thrift store and they have a ton of 90s low budget action movies on laserdisc. Not really sure how much of this I should buy. I wish they weren’t $5.99 each.
Laserdiscs Laserdiscs Laserdiscs
November 20, 2025 at 10:57 PM
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Dog sitting today.
Apollo
November 16, 2025 at 11:57 PM
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Local thrift store has “Dear Me,” Peter Ustinov’s autobiography, here’s the section where we talks about working on LOLA MONTES and calls Max Ophüls “a German giggler who lived in his own particular stratosphere of subtlety.” Enjoy.
DEAR ME • 277 other. We had lunch together since there seemed nothing else to do. By the time we were ready for coffee, the atmosphere had warmed pleasantly. Instead of regaling each other with tales of distant Haiti in some London club, we were resigned to sitting in distant Haiti and regaling each other with tales of London. We arrived back in England, which was slightly anticlimatic after our fill of exoticism. The house was beautiful, but hardly practical once there was a child. There were stairs and more stairs, up and down, and a never-ending series of redoubtable nannies, who never lasted longer than a week or two. The tensions in the house were often very difficult to take, and it was becoming abundantly clear that Suzanne had a dislike for many things English because of a particular prejudice which really had nothing to do with the English themselves, but with Canadians of English or Scottish origin. We went to France, where I had been engaged to appear in Max Ophüls's film Lola Montes. We left in my car, taking a nanny wearing a uniform, which included a gray velvet collar, the dirtiest article of clothing I had ever seen except on a recluse. Reluctantly I carried Nanny's largest suitcase to the car and noticed that its center of gravity kept shifting as I walked. I placed it on the pavement and asked her what was inside it. She blushed and refused to say. I reminded her that we would have to go through customs, and she might be forced to open it there. She began to vacillate, and eventually allowed me to open it. It contained a collection of glass milk bot-tles, inadequately washed out, which now contained London tap water, rendered opaque by the remnants of milk. "Well, I heard up in Edinburgh that the French water is undrinkable," she pleaded. It was quite clear that yet another nanny had outstayed her welcome. The film of Lola Montes was destined to become a classic. There were precious few signs of this destiny during its making. Max Ophüls was a rara… 278 DEAR ME ing his obituary for the Guardian, I wrote that he had the gift of manufacturing the smallest wristwatch ever known, and could subsequently insist on suspending it from a cathedral so that passersby could tell the time. The new "letter-box" format of Cinemascope was imposed on him for commercial reasons by the producers, but he whispered to me with the glee of a court jester that he had found a way of cheating them, and reverting to the beloved intimacy of the old small screen. "How?" I asked, thinking he must have found some contractual loophole. He held his hands up, far apart, and brought them slowly closer to one another. "Two pieces of black velvet," he whispered, and roared with uncontrollable laughter at the simplicity of his act of sabotage. Max was the first great poet of bad taste, in that he was the first to exploit Art Nouveau as a thing of beauty and style, not merely as a curiosity, the visible cancer of a decadent and dying society as my generation was brought up to believe it to be. He saw in its asymmetrical outbursts elements of controlled imagination that were eminently cinematic, and to borrow a phrase and even an idea from Calder, he made them mobiles with his camera, which never tired of laying pictorial ambushes for the human face. In his endless search for subtlety, he would ask you to register hatred or brutality without changing the expression of your face and then plunge you into shafts of darkness, or shoot you through a metal banister or a net curtain to obliterate every effect except your presence. He was a dictator in the image of a Prussian Junker, who found the most irresistible of all comic creations in this world, the Junkers of Prussia. His father had been a military tailor in Saar-brücken called Oppenheimer, who, like the Jewish tailor in Zuck-mayer's Der Hauptmann von Köpenick, kept barking at his studious son to stand up, with his shoulders well back. "Halt dich gerade, halt dich gerade, sonst kommst du mie zu Mili-… DEAR ME • 279 The old man was shrewder politically than the majority of officers he fitted. He believed none of the military optimism of the time that the war would be a short one, and since some cavalry regiments wore black trousers, Max remembered him calling up to his assistants — "Fix red stripes on all our tuxedo trousers; this war's going to go on a long time." Unfortunately he could not be expected to know that the cavalry would last a much shorter time than the war. Max loved officers of the Belle Epoque, their utter uselessness, their obligations toward virility, their statutory quick temper over imagined slights, their generous ability to make room for younger men by eliminating each other on the field of honor. And yet his comments were never destructive, and he handled the objects of his attention like rare wines, as though the absurdity of years could be destroyed by an excessive movement of the bottle in which these rare essences were contained. He was a tender despot, more than a little in love with those things his intelligence most disliked A most Germanic idea occurred to him during the huge circus scene. The rhythm of Georges Auric's lilting score was taken up by a series of dwarfs and Lilliputians, moving up and down on ropes like pistons or like wooden horses on a gigantic merry-go-round. The dwarfs were fairly comfortable, unless any of them happened to suffer from vertigo, because their massive torsos were firmly implanted in the leather harnesses. The Lilliputians were less serene, how-ever, since they were perfectly formed miniature people and they had some difficulty remaining immobile in belts that had been patently designed for dwarfs. One Lilliputian began to slip dangerously, and the belt tried to become a collar; only his arms preventing him from either sliding right through and dropping some thirty to forty feet, or else being strangled. The pathetic cries of his tiny voice could be barely heard over the caressing waltz. There was a g… 280 • DEAR ME him, appalled. He felt my presence, glanced at me with a guilty grin, and dissolved into his uncontrollable fit of silent laughter, taking the time to shout "Cut!" The point was, he had his shot. During another immensely complicated take lasting four and a half minutes and involving horses, tumblers, and trapeze artists, and with the camera moving on an endless complicated track, spiraling and dipping - 1, as the ringmaster, sent a dwarf off for a glass of water, which was not part of the meticulous planning. Surprised, the dwarf ran off to fetch it. Since he didn't know where to find it, it took rather a long time, and my irritation increased, as did the hoarseness of my throat. At last he brought it, 1 drank it surreptitiously while shouting out my lines, like a headwaiter having a secret nip, and gave the empty glass to the dwarf, drying my mouth with a large silk handkerchief which was part of my costume. It was as relaxed as the rest was formal. At the end of the take, Max Ophüls expressed both the quality of his despotism and of his magnanimity. Taking me aside, for once rather sad, he said: "Peter, the one thing I regret is that I didn't tell you to do that." I did one other film at that time, which was shot in Sicily, and its only remarkable feature was that the producers ran out of money after three days, a record even for Italy. But by then, I had already completed Romanoff and Juliet, a three-act play absolutely neoclassical in form. I had always remembered the joy of playing in The Rivals with Edith Evans, and I wanted to try my hand at something as direct and as undisguisedly theatrical, ignoring the famous "fourth wall" and employing asides whenever expedient. I remembered that The Rivals had entertained troops, some of whom had never seen a play before, much more than the low farces specifically aimed at their intellect. The theme was a variation on the tragic love of Romeo and Juliet, with Romeo as son of the Soviet Ambassador and Julie…
November 9, 2025 at 8:34 PM
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Top five after “Various” which was the favorite. This list will probably change a bit once I’ve finished cataloging my 7” collection.

I should trim down by King Gizzard and Segall collections a bit. Not all of those are essential.
Bob Dylan - 40 Thee Oh Sees - 32 King Gizzard And The Liza... - 31 Ty Segall - 28 David Bowie - 25
November 8, 2025 at 8:50 AM
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Crazy. I have this same notecard on my computer.
mama se mama sa mama koo sa mama se mama sa mama koo sa
November 8, 2025 at 1:56 AM
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November 5, 2025 at 9:40 PM
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Eleanor can’t bear to look.
Eleanor rooting for the dodgers.
November 2, 2025 at 2:53 AM
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Good mail day with arrivals from @diabolikdvd.bsky.social. So many essential pinky titles being quietly released by Discotek, who seems to specialize in anime.
The Nice Guys (second sight 4K) Terrifying Girls’ High School: Women’s Violent Classroom (Discotek)
November 1, 2025 at 6:14 PM
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Lots of great Halloween decorations in my area but this one spoke to me.
Beach Boys RIP
October 31, 2025 at 10:37 PM
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This is my schedule for AFI FEST.

YOUNG MOTHERS vs YES was my only annoying conflict. They overlap and both have only the one screening. I grabbed YOUNG MOTHERS for now but I might switch…
OCT 22 2:30 - THE STRANGER 5:30 - FATHER MOTHER SISTER BROTHER 8:45 - REBUILDING OCT 23 12:15 - TWO PROSECUTORS 2:45 - ORPHAN 6:15 - YOUNG MOTHERS (or YES) 9:30 - CURRENTS OCT 24 1:30 - MIROIRS NO. 3 5:15 - LA GRAZIA 9:15 - HOW TO SHOOT A GHOST OCT 25 10:30 - GHOST ELEPHANTS 1:25 - MY FATHER'S SHADOW 4:10 - OLMO 6:00 - ROMERIA OCT 26 2:30- THE LOVE THAT REMAINS 5:10 - CASE 137 8:15 - THE TESTAMENT OF ANN LEE
October 4, 2025 at 4:59 AM
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Or how about this THE FABELMANS (presumably?) crew shirt?
THE FABELMANS shirt
October 4, 2025 at 12:18 AM
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Come on LA movie nerds. You know you need a vintage DEFENDING YOUR LIFE shirt…
Defending Your Life shirt
October 4, 2025 at 12:07 AM
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Yes.
Eleanor and her baby
October 3, 2025 at 8:24 PM
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#Top5FirstViews September 2025
1. A TREE GROWS IN BROOKLYN (Kazan)
2. SCENT OF A SPELL (Ikeda)
3. THE CANDIDATE (Ritchie)
4. NIGHT OF THE JUGGLER (Butler / Furie)
5. THE MARGIN (Borowczyk)

Damn good month. ONE BATTLE AFTER ANOTHER was the best new release I saw by a mile.
A TREE GROWS IN BROOKLYN SCENT OF A SPELL THE CANDIDATE NIGHT OF THE JUGGLER
October 1, 2025 at 9:55 PM
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This is actually my second copy of it. I grabbed this one because it was signed.
Richard Fleischer signature
October 1, 2025 at 12:07 AM