Reach out and touch the heartwarmingness. It feels wet, clammy with sea-goo. Then wipe your hand on yourself and vow never again to go to a 3-D film.
Not overly fond of cake, but I do like Blue Velvet.
A Lynchian trope if ever there was one. If you’re not in the radiator, you’re in the camera.
A portion of this poster has been gnawed by a goat.
Notes of psychotic desperation, a little bleedy at the finish.
I consider it more of a Casio Bring-A-Long.
What is the sound of a several hundred Casio keyboards tuned to a cool-hued neon mess of a film? Show up at the Castro and find out!
You’re in the Tenderloin, all digressive conversation and hoit and toit, then you lay down the law and say it’s time for upscale boilermakers. Next thing you know you’re in Lower Haight listening to Nine Inch Nails with a vegan hamwich and you’re not even a vegan. Everyone’s wearing funny hats. And worse, they all look to be 18. How nice, this late summer/early autumn evening!
Chaka Khan sang the second Reading Rainbow theme song.
Medicine for Melancholy.
Oh, Castro Theatre: between this and the Lalo Schifrin-scored retrospective, I’ll be your new best friend.
