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Man On Wire - Very Unweak |
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it won the academy award for best documentary last year or the year before I think its the true story of this dude who tight rope walked across the twin towers back in the 70's. its wild because they have all this footage from back then but it looks like it was shot today (unless the re-enactors just look insanely similar to young versions of the dudes in the movie) very unweak for sure |
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The Bunny Game - Why-Is-Everyone-Claiming-This-is-the-Most-F-ed-Up-Movie? Weak |
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There are some positives to The Bunny Game, though. The black and white is pretty and there are some really stunning shots of a highway outside of Los Angeles. The main actor lady was pretty fantastic in her role and even went through all the physical stuff the villain puts her through. The villain is an effectively creepy dude but the majority of what he does involves screaming in her face over and over. I'm not too into spoilers, so I won't say anymore but if anyone sees this and would like to explain to me why it's freaking so many people out, I'd like to know. |
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Steve Jobs by Walter Isaacson - Stops the Weakness Legit Random / Books - 2.13.12 |
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Regardless of how I perceive(d) Steve Jobs, he is an extremely interesting subject. He is completely fucked up and weird and, well, I don't need to go into his accomplishments. Not since Doctor Dealer (see review at bottom of the page) have I read a bio where you are interested in each stage of the person's life...usually early and late life are pretty boring, while the middle years are where the story's at. Not the case here as I found it interesting from start to beginning. He arguably went out at the top of his career so, though he was almost 60 when he died, you still wonder what he could have created had he had more time. It focuses on his various businesses and technology, so if business and tech don't interest you, I guess you could find this boring, but....well, I don't know, I think it's pretty fantastic. |
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Invasion of the Bee Girls - Unweak |
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Shame - Unweak But Pretty F-ing Depressing |
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Panic Button - Panic Room was among the unweakestest. This is not. |
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I enjoyed Panic Button a good deal more than I thought I would. I attribute this mostly to the English accents of the cast. Had this been filled with your typical Adam Green douchebag American cast, I probably would have shut it off within twenty minutes. YOU’RE LUCKY I’M EASILY CHARMED, BRITS. OR MAYBE I’M LUCKY? WHY AM I YELLING? I LIKED THIS MOVIE. THIS CAN ONLY MEAN ONE THING: ALL CAPS NIGHT! OVERALL, THE MOVIE MAINTAINS A FUN SENSE OF SUSPENSE AND BUILDS UPON IT UNTIL THE FINAL FEW MINUTES. THE ENDING IS A DOWNER, WHICH WAS A NICE SURPRISE (THE PIXELATED ALLIGATOR POURS OUT OF ALL OF THE COMPUTER SCREENS AND REASSEMBLES INTO A MEGA GATOR AND EATS EACH AND EVERY ONE OF THE DUMBFUCKS ON THE PLANE NO I'M KIDDING THAT WOULD'VE BEEN WAY MORE AWESOME). End all caps night. |
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PARENTS - As Unweak As Eating People With Your Mother |
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Parents is both a vicious satire of 1950’s suburban life and a cold, subtle horror film. The story follows a suburban family that moves into a new town. They dress the part and act the part but there is clearly something fucked up with these goddamn people. They have a son (Brian Madorsky), who refuses to eat the meat his parents cook for him and clearly knows something is going on but doesn’t quite know what to make of it. But it’s very seriously fucking him up. Like most rational people, a good deal of child actors irritate me, but Madorsky hits the perfect tone for this film. Randy Quaid plays the father and my opinion of Randy Quaid has shifted from barely tolerable to HOLY FUCK I LOVE THIS GUY based on this performance alone. He plays his part with a disturbing patience, only occasionally letting his anger get the better of him. The more his son is repelled by him, the more he keeps his shit together and the more he succeeds, the creepier he becomes. The mom (Mary Beth Hurt) is much sunnier than her male counterpart but there’s something under her surface that’s creeeeeeeepy. The set design is both gorgeous and strangely clinical. There are wide shots of this family’s living room that gave my eyes a boner so fierce, it could kill your whole family. The soundtrack, done in part by Angelo Badalamenti, is pure 50’s suburbia and a perfect juxtaposition to the unnerving subject matter. Parents was as pleasant a movie surprise as I’ve had in recent memory. The comedy in the film is blacker than both of my dicks combined and it meshes two entirely different tones without breaking a sweat. Don’t be like me and live to your early 30’s without seeing Parents. You’ll feel like a total cunt (unless you’re already in your early 30’s. Or older. Then you’re already a cunt). Make this right. Watch Parents and free yourself from the cunt hiding inside you. |
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Airplanes, Reclining Seats and Free Drinks - Drunken Weak and Unweak Ranting Legit Random - 1.17.12 |
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I did come up with an awesome new trick though. I flew down to Florida (the worst state in the fucking union) first class and thoroughly enjoyed the pre take off drinks and constant refills....even when some Real Housewife of fucking New Jersey's 2 year old kicked over mommy's glass of red wine all over me. So waiting to take off on my return flight and sitting a few rows back from first class, I got jealous and a light bulb went off above my head. A dim one but a lightbulb none the less. When the stewardess came by I grabbed her (not literally) and said, "I get so nervous flying can you please get me a glass of read wine ASAP." She did. And didn't charge me. So take that first class motherfuckers. And....post take off when I asked for 2 full bottles of red wine I just looked like I was nervous and not that I wanted to drink myself to sleep so I could wake up at JFK. I did feel slightly bad when she tried to give me a glass and I said I would just drink them from the little bottles....she was sincerely concerned and said the glass may help relax me. I wanted to say well, if I actually had anything close to resembling a fear of flying, I am sure the xanax and multiple glasses of wine, would probably calm me down regardless of drinking it from glass. Maybe I will edit this thing before I post it but if you read this shit you should know that isn't our style. |
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Kill List - Weird but Unweak |
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I’m still not quite sure what to make of this thing. A lot of seemingly important plot details remain unanswered at the end or maybe they were red herrings or maybe the were pixilated alligators. Whatever. It’s extremely well done and in the end I liked the whole thing enough that it didn’t matter to me either way. The super abrupt shift into horror territory is a completely unexpected but welcome surprise. The ending reminded me a lot of A Serbian Film (minus the buttfucked toddler). Not too sure if the ending of ASF was an influence on this one or not but my experience with A Serbian Film, unfortunately, lessened the blow of Kill List’s ending a teeny bit. It’s still a brutal ending and I guess that just goes to show how desensitized to this shit ASF made me. Thanks, Serbia. I have some minor quibbles with this overall. I found the accents difficult to understand at times and there was a noticeable lack of coherency to the whole thing (the latter issue could probably be solved with multiple viewings). One last thing that kind of irks me is a recurring theme that seemsa vital part of the story but is dismissed by the end. Those are all minor issues, though, and this movie as a whole is totally worth your time. |
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The Skin I Live In - YOUR FACE IS WAY WEAKER THAN THIS COULD EVER BE |
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Elena Anaya plays a fantastically beautiful woman being held prisoner by an insane plastic surgeon (a completely unhinged Antonio Banderas). He watches her, obsessed, through a one way mirror, as she scribbles rants on the walls of the room she’s kept in. The story unfolds beautifully as tiny hints are revealed through scenes of dialogue between Banderas and his mother (Marisa Paredes) and between his mother and the woman being held against her will. As the back story fills the viewer in on who this woman is and why she’s being held captive, the horror of the situation imprints itself onto you. The visual aesthetic of this film is incredible. Every scene is full of eye candy and the cinematography is beautiful. The movie flies by quickly but takes its time revealing to us what happens. I refuse to say anything more about the plot other than it’s as creepy and horrifying as it gets without being exploitative. The performances are excellent across the board. I haven’t seen Banderas this good in a film in ages. He’s clearly off the rails crazy but firmly believes what he’s doing is justified. The actions of the mother in this should be hard to believe but because of the writing and the performance of Paredes, everything she does makes total sense within the context of the story. Anaya is wonderful to watch and as you begin to understand what’s happened to her, her performance becomes even stronger in hindsight. There are often moments toward the end of a movie where I think to myself: “This is exactly where this should end.” Very rarely, does that actually happen and I’m delighted to report that this movie is one of them. It ends on a note that’s difficult to describe in emotional terms but is the perfect note to go out on. This is one of the very best films I saw this year. The more I think about it, the more I've grown to love it. I had never seen an Almodovar film prior to this. I feel like an asshole. But an asshole with an exciting filmography to discover. |
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The Woman - LITTERED BY WEAKNESS (EXCEPT FOR POLLYANNA MCINTOSH’S VAGINA, WHICH IS THE VERY DEFINITION OF UNWEAK) |
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Is The Woman an artless, misogynistic affront to all of humanity (as this man suggested)? No. Not in the slightest. The subject matter is on the disturbing side, to be sure, but there is a good deal of restraint in what is actually depicted onscreen. The final twenty minutes are certainly gory but nothing that I would consider all that appalling. The most offensive things about The Woman are the soundtrack, the editing and the acting. Sometimes. The Woman seems to be made by two vastly different filmmakers. More often than not, it feels like a cheap, poorly put together student film. The soundtrack is filled with terrible power pop that flies in the face of the mood this thing should have. There is no real score to speak of, just shit song after shit song, which destroys every moment that should be filled with tension and dread. Having no music at all would have been a hell of a lot more effective. Worse, not only are the music choices themselves befuddling, the placement of them in each scene screams amateur filmmaking. Bad pop music plays loudly under serious (but poorly acted) scenes of dialogue, it fades in and out at bizarre moments, everything about the music in this film is a massive mistake. The editing is just as shitty. There are horrible fadeouts are all over this bitch and, again, it makes it feel like a barely passable student film. On top of those two huge problems, the acting is all across the board. Some of the performances are excellent. Some are okay. One in particular is at the same level as the editing and the music. It’s been awhile since I’ve seen May but I don’t recall any noticeable lack of technical ability in that film, which makes this all the more puzzling. The Woman is the story of a feral woman caught by a suburban family man. While out hunting, he finds her bathing and decides to capture her in an attempt to civilize her. He tells his family of his plan in a matter of fact manner and they hesitantly agree to help him. The wife and daughter are clearly terrified of this man and upset by what is going on and the son is very clearly not. Everything, of course, gets out of hand and builds to a bloody climax (period sex joke is so tempting). Each member of the family is well acted. The wife (Angela Bettis of May fame) is horrified and heartbroken by her husband. The daughter (Lauren Ashley Carter) is wrecked by depression and they both play their parts with a quiet, nervous horror. The son (Zach Rand) is effectively creepy and obviously a product of his lunatic father. Sean Bridgers does what he is supposed to do but I found his presence to be repelling. If I ever saw that dude in an alley, I’d scream “RAPE” and with every fiber of my being,run in the opposite direction. His change from wholly unlikable suburban dickhead to rape happy, torturing murderer is gradual and believable. On the other hand, the daughter’s teacher (Lauren Petre) is so poorly acted, it’s like she’s in a different fucking movie. Her acting fits most of the technical aesthetic of this movie. She ruins every scene she’s in and forcibly removes the viewer from the atmosphere of this poopfest. On the other side of the acting spectrum is Pollyanna McIntosh, whose performance as the titular woman is superb. She’s simultaneously hideous and beautiful and an absolute force of nature. She speaks mostly in grunts and inhuman screams but does a bang up job conveying her fury. She also seems like she’s in a different movie than everyone else. In that movie, the music is creepy and the editing is flawless. In that movie, tension is sustained and built upon. That movie would have been in my top ten of the year. That’s the most frustrating thing about all of this. It could have been great. It comes pretty close and that makes its shortcomings all the more impossible to forgive. I suppose I should have lessened my expectations a bit (or a lot) when dipshit horror site Bloody-Disgusting picked it up, but my faith in Mckee helped keep them afloat. No more. I will give him another chance but will approach his future projects with a good deal of hesitation. I would suggest watching this on the strength of Pollyanna McIntosh alone. Actually, I wouldn’t. Just google pictures of her all day. She’s gorgeous. And her pictures are more fun to look at than this half-assed failure. If the man who was kicked out of Sundance had screamed about the technical ineptitude of this film instead of his extremely misguided claims of misogyny, I would be behind him 100%. Sadly, he’s just as mistaken about his outrage as Lucky Mckee was in most of his decisions when making his movie. Thank you for introducing me to Pollyanna McIntosh, though. |
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Friends With Benefits - Weak, Very Weak, Scarier Than Human Centipede 2 |
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Let me break down how fucked up this movie was: Just like a good horror movie they start out with, not a funny scene per se, but one that piqued your interest and thought everything would be alright for a little while - then like the best of blood bath horror movies it jumps right into the most horrid shit and it doesn't stop for an hour. Every single line for the next hour is a huge failed attempt at comedy. Painful. Downright have to avert your eyes and close your ears painful like an 8 year old watching Hostel. The only positive thing is that it supplies many laughs if you are watching it with someone, but just like an 8 year old with Hostel - don't watch it alone. You need someone there for support. Well the other good thing and this is related, it makes the bad jokes in last 30 mins hilarious. You laugh out loud at the stupidest of things on and off the screen. Shit I was brought to tears laughing when my girlfriend made fun of the amount of Swedish Fish I had in my hand. Straight up fucking crying to the point where I was scared for my life that I would choke on those fishies in my mouth. What else. Oh yeah after the horrendous first hour Justin Timberlake remarks, let's just end this (talking about his relationship with Kunis), and we were so happy thinking that he meant the movie itself. That the directors filmed it in sequence, realized how awful it was, and they just pulled the plug mid scene. If that happened it maybe would be the best movie ever. It didn't happen. There is also a film within this film that has Jason Segal in it and it is an intentionally awful romcom, and it is awesome. They watch it a couple times throughout the movie and each time you wish you were watching that movie instead. That one was trying to be bad and was succeeding awesomely unlike the shitty ass movie we were watching. The irony is not lost on me that the directors succeeded at making a funny fake romcom within their actual romcom which is a complete and utter failure. Alright I could on and on about this, and there were more horrifying things to poke fun at but for some reason I have lost will to go on about this film. Oh god, one last thing....and maybe this is the "asshole New Yorker" thing in me that this movie loves to harp on - but there is this big cultural clash thing about New York and LA and honestly, who the fuck actually thinks about this stuff? Or thinks it is that funny. Especially in this day and age with the transfer of information etc. Turn on the tv and watch shitty reality TV shows that take place in various cities and you realize pretty quickly that everyone is equally stupid and fucked up regardless of their surroundings. Cracking jokes about how Justin Timberlake waits for the walk sign before crossing the street in NY is not funny. And most importantly, Mila Kunis' painful attempt at being the biggest New Yorker stereotype ever is, well, painful. Fuck this movie. Oh, one more. There are a lot of sex scenes in this movie, and Mila Kunis is hot and they are somewhat graphic or at least dirty, but this is a comedy so they try to use that to be funny. What results is the most uncomfortably awkward shit ever. Like watching a porno with your mom while at the same time your most unfunny relative, whose favorite thing in life is trying to make people laugh, is doing a comedy routine next to it. The most horrific combo of uncomfortable awkwardness. Did I say fuck this movie yet? |
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Human Centipede 2 (Full Sequence) - Unweaker Than Masturbating With Sandpaper |
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I’m not sure how shit eating ended up on the radar of pop culture. When 2 Girls 1 Cup became a phenomenon, I couldn’t wrap my mind around the fact that suburban moms and dads and grandmas and grandpas were shown this film by their friends and children. I understand the appeal of seeking out videos to gross out your friends, but there’s been poop porn for ages and why this particular video struck a chord always dumbfounded me. Then, before it was even released, the mere premise of The Human Centipede permeated our culture. Once again, feces eating was huge. As a total horror dork, there was no way I was going to not see this thing. When I finally watched it, I understood that the premise was more interesting than the movie could ever be. Dieter Laser’s delightful performance as a super fucked up surgeon aside, I thought The Human Centipede was boring. The female victim characters irritated me so much, that by the time anything horrible happened to them, I didn’t give a shit (pun intended!) what happened to them. It didn’t really inspire anything in me other than a few laughs, but there was no sense of dread, no suspense, it wasn’t all that disturbing. I appreciated the restraint in it but I didn’t care about it at all. Being a fan of extreme cinema, my ears perked up when I read The Human Centipede 2: Full Sequence had been banned in Britain. The list of scenes they specified gave me an A Serbian Film style boner and once again, I was excited to see a movie about people being sewn ass to mouth. Then the reviews poured in. This movie really pissed people off and my hesitant excitement was growing less hesitant with every review I read. Even reviews by self-professed fans of extreme cinema hated this thing. Most of them came up with a litany of reasons why, ranging from assumptions about director Tom Six’s intentions (HE THINKS HIS FANS ARE ALL MENTALLY RETARDED) to complete disgust at what occurs in the film, to seeing this film as obscenity for the sake of being obscene. When I finally got my hands on an unedited copy, I was nervous and excited in a way that very few films make me feel. And I loved every second of it. Nearly every aspect of this sequel is a sharp contrast to every aspect of the first film. And no, I don’t like this movie just because of the gore. In the sequel, The Human Centipede is just a movie and a wonderfully bizarre looking man named Martin is obsessed with it. Martin works as a security guard at a parking garage. His home life is horrible. His mother hates Martin because his father wound up in jail for raping him. The humor in The Human Centipede 2 is as black as black gets, but it is funny. Martin is a polar opposite to Dieter Laser’s Dr. Heiter in the first film in every way. Where Heiter is tall, thin, clinical and emotionally reserved, Martin is a short, obese, bug eyed, mentally retarded, man-child, who can’t control his emotions. Martin’s life is so horrible that he inspired a modicum of pity from me. Considering what he does, that’s a fucking miracle. Martin rents a filthy warehouse and begins his not so well thought out plan to build a real life human centipede. He attacks random people at the parking garage where he works and amasses a collection of twelve people that he holds prisoner in his newly acquired warehouse. The victims have no story. Tom Six doesn’t delve into their backgrounds at all. You don’t know anything about these people and that’s another difference between these two films. Not that you get a huge backstory of the victims in the first movie, but you get to know the girls for a little while before everything ramps up. The second Human Centipede is all Martin’s story. The stories of the victims don’t matter because they are simply a result of the incredible emotional stunting of Martin. When shit goes down, it really goes down. Yes, this film absolutely earns its reputation. The extreme violence on display here is way over the top and shown in graphic detail. He smashes teeth out with a hammer, he staples lips to asses and injects large doses of laxative into every single person in his twelve person chain. Martin is no doctor and his lack of a clinical approach is another wonderful departure from the original movie. He tries, but quickly because impatient and frustrated and does everything he can to rush the process, which ultimately results in his failure to successfully pull off his procedure. Laurence R. Harvey does a magnificent job as Martin. He is hugely creepy, pathetic, disgusting, fascinating, unintentionally comical and kind of sympathetic. Kind of. He doesn’t speak a single word in the film, but does make some noises that will haunt you long after the movie is over. As much as I loved Dieter Laser's performance, Martin had a much bigger impact on me, with no dialogue. I consider him one of the greatest villains in recent memory. Just like the first film, this is really well shot. Tom Six opted to film this in black and white, which adds a good deal of grit to every scene. Obviously, this isn’t a film for everyone, but if you enjoy extreme horror films and you aren’t a presumptuous, hyper defensive dickhead, I would highly suggest it. |
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Morrison Hotel Gallery - Sex Pistols Photo/Unweak Xmas Gift Idea for Last Minute - Unweakis Places/Random/Unweak Music - 12.22.11 |
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Anyway, as I said, they have incredible stuff at the Morrison Hotel Gallery and since you won't want to copy me you should go down there and find your own photo. These pictures are the perfect Xmas gift because they are something you (if you are a music fan/not a loser). So yeah, if you are too lazy to go down to the shop in person, or just to browse beforehand so you know I am not full of shit, here is the WEBSITE. Check it out, get into it and all that jazz and thank me later. |
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Everybody Loves Our Town (An Oral History of Grunge) by Mark Yarm - Stops the Weakness Legit Random/Books - 12.19.11 |
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And that brings me to what makes this book the best - I have read countless books/articles/interviews on Guns N' Roses, Nirvana and other Seattle bands and I did not expect this book to tell me anything new on those subjects.....but it did. I learned so much new stuff, and since it is an oral history book, you hear it straight from the mouths of people who were there. And you get to hear multiple sides of stories and get to decide for yourself who you believe. Being obsessive with Nirvana, and also a huge Alice in Chains fan, it was very depressing and interesting to read about the final days/years of Kurt and Layne's lives and their respective bands. If you don't trust me, Time magazine put this book on their top 10 list, which shocked me. I didn't think this book would get mainstream attention - only love from big fans. This book is truly the companion to Please Kill Me - if you love that book, you will love this one, even if you don't know shit about the scene going in. I wasn't big into punk when I read Please Kill Me back in 1999/2000, but it converted me. I think this book will do the same for people who don't know shit about the Seattle scene. Having the Seattle scene explode during my formative music years, I can now see how awesome Please Kill Me must have been for people who were very into/attached to that scene. This tells everything and is really incredible. I won't go no anymore because you will read this or not....but, like most music books, this made me break out related albums I haven't listened to in forever. So here it goes, some awesome music from Seattle:
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It's So Easy and Other Lies by Duff the King of Beers Rose Mckagan Legit Random/Books - 12.7.11 |
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Maybe it all goes back to his Seattle roots, his punk rock roots, his big family who were all close and brought up with lesson of the Great Depression in mind....but he truly seems to have always wanted the a normal life with a white picket fence etc. How fucking boring you may be thinking, but throw in playing in punk bands since age 11, moving to LA with no money, realizing that with the help of cocaine and valium he could drink for days on end until finally his pancreas exploded and....well yeah, it is not boring at all. Duff never realized why his body was falling apart and found out it was due to dehydration...and his response was something along the lines of, I never drank water, that just filled up precious space in my stomach that would be better served by vodka. Duff has kids now and a real family, he went to school for finance/accounting post GNR, and recently started up a hedge fund for musicians/celebrities that don't know the first thing about managing their money. When he first got interested in figuring out his finances in the early/mid 90s he decided to invest a small $100k in various Seattle companies - Starbucks, Microsoft etc. I wish I had put a "small" $100k in those companies in the mid '90s. The best thing about this book was how Duff truly was punk rock. I knew he was from Seattle but didn't know he was really part of that scene. Slash and Adler talk about meeting Duff for the first time and thinking he was odd, but I never knew Duff thought those guys were lame and into cheesey music that he wanted nothing to do with. He grew up with the founders of Sub Pop and was embarrassed when his friends from Seattle came through LA and he had to tell him he was in a band called Guns N Roses. People always try to nail down Guns and who really made their sound, but honestly it was every single one of them and couldn't have been done without each of them. Izzy said that when Steven was kicked out of the band, GNR went from being a hard rock band to a metal band as Steven provided the necessary swing. Duff provide legitmacy and raw punk rock. Izzy brought the laid back coolness and Slash the hard riffs and ridiculous soloing. And Axl....the manicness. The love and the rage. Check this book out as you will get a completely different side than all the other 4 GNR books I have read. This is an awesome GNR story, and though Duff was drinking bottles of vodka a day for a long time, it seems like the clearest most level headed account of what went on in the band....then again, with this band you really need to read everyone's side to get the full story. |
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My Appetite for Destruction by Steven Adler - Unweak in Conjunction with Other GNR Books Legit Random/Books - 12.7.11 |
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Duff McKagan wrote in his autobiography, "Steven once said to me, 'you know, all I want in life is to make enough money one day so I can have a bag of good weed and a big ball of crack around - all the time.'...'We'll never make that kind of money,' I said. And besides, I thought to myself, if we ever do, you'll look back at that dream as nothing more than a teenage joke." (pg 85) Later goes on to say, "And it turned out Steven hadn't been joking about wanting nothing more in life than a bag of good weed and a big ball of crack - except now, with more than enough money to realize his dream, he added heroin to the mix." (pg 148) This sums up Steven and his book. He never grew up. Duff said that Steven seemed to always be trying to block out his horribly difficult childhood, and that seems to be the truth. He was kicked out of his house by age 11 and reveals for the first time that he was molested by various people around that age that he hung out with to smoke weed. These event seemingly left him stuck as a child forever. Steven was overly trusting and naive, and truly never lost his childhood dream of sex, drugs and rock n roll. He uses this book to tell the world how he is rehabilitating himself and to show how he is taking responsibility for his actions, but it doesn't seem real. I fully think he was taken advantage of, regardless of peoples' intentions, but at the same time he goes on for page after page talking about how every day he was completely fucked up on drugs....only to then say he was dead sober during all the major events that led to his downfall with GNR. His falling on his face during Farm Aid while getting to his drum riser and his inability to play Civil War in the studio for example. He believes that Duff and Slash turned their back on him selfishly, not because of his drug use....but then spends the other surrounding pages talking about how drugs came before everything and everyone in his life. The middle of the book, when Guns are at their high point, is the best. You feel his excitement and believe his side of the story, but post Guns it is completely depressing. Smoking crack in bed for days on end, in a dark room in Las Vegas, where you could barely see the glow of the TV through the cloud of smoke. His watches only cartoons all his life it seems. He would get as giddy as tween before running out onstage. He really seems to be stuck in the mind of an 11 year old, wanting nothing more than sex, drugs and rock and roll, and it is depressing as fuck to read about an 11 year old with millions of dollars for drugs trying to deal with all the drama involved with GNR. |
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5Pointz and 360 iPhone App - Unweak Places/Random - 12.6.11 |
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The place is forever changing, and inside studios are rented out to various artists. It is really amazing all the work here, but also odd how frequently things are painted over etc. If you go to the PHOTOS PAGE you can see many more photos, but if you go to the website you can arrange tours of the place and I think we may have to set one of those up. A few things to point out - first off you better go quick if you haven't yet as there are plans to turn the building into condos, and also, the famous fire escape, which was right where the 5POINTZ is written in the above picture, collapsed a couple years back. I have seen pictures of 5Pointz before but had never been, so I was looking all over for this fire escape only to leave thinking we missed a big part.
Lastly, the panoramics in this post were taken with a cool iPhone App called 360 Panorama. It is sweet. I am not big into iPhone Apps, so for it to be included here means it is either a) very sweet, or b) equivalent of my dad telling me how wild technology is these days and asking if I know how to "do the texting". Here is THE LINK for that app. enjoy.
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Haven't been to the Morrison Hotel Gallery in quite some time, but we did a little early Xmas celebration tonight and I was given this fucking awesome picture of the Sex Pistols. I saw this picture a couple years ago, and while most all the photos at the Morrison Hotel Gallery are incredible, this is the one that always stood out in my mind. It is sweet. The girl in the picture cracks me up.
Alright, so 5pointz has been around forever and I am sure many people will be too cool for school, but we just made it out to 5Pointz for the first time this past weekend. And it was sweet. For those of you that don't know, 5Pointz is one of the largest outdoor graffiti parks, the "Graffiti Mecca" if you will, as their website (
