Hi from Amherst, where I’m simultaneously indulging the fetishes for indie rock and socialism that’ve been effing with me since i was 11 or 12. More talk of that later.
Until then, please find failed pilot’s review of Coppola’s Marie Antoinette, based entirely on its soundtrack. Couldn’t’ve, wouldn’t’ve said it better myself. The passing dismissal of Lost in Translation speaks to the weird, maybe full-on exploitative use of ‘Japan’ in the movie that has kinda pestered me since I saw it. I think I’d like any movie with pretty colors and My Bloody Valentine in it, though? Better to say I wouldn’t be able to turn away.