Friday, May 20, 2005
invisible galaxies
Who knew the dialogically challenged new Star Wars was secretly directed by Miguel Moore? For all the cynical brouhaha out there (including the expected snooty New Yorker review) this film was a tiny protest for the teenagers who chew on Howard Zinn books and watch old episodes of Batman. It's not going to change much, but in this age of post-rational art, it was a sensory double-dip and it felt bubbly. On a more French note, DAT Politics is playing at my house. And by my house, I mean here. There will be French people pasted to the walls for us to look at. Red lights dripping. Out there, where beats look like bold letters.
bleeeeeep.
