Early one morning, summers ago someone I cared deeply about and I decided to take a day trip out to Fire Island. We took the Long Island Railroad out to Sayville and then a ferry ride from there out to the island. Here we bought bread and cheese, some tomatoes, and then walked out to the beach where we remained the whole day. We swam intermittently, ate, read, and lay out together. It was a warm day and the swimming was good.
Mos Defs True Magic is anything but the throwaway recording it is often accused of being; it is in fact a very serious culmination of this hip-hop artists musical progression.
We build cultural identities to survive, fit in, feel comfort. But as James Spooners film Afro-Punk: The Rock and Roll Nigger Experience explores, a subculture exists in which African-American youth embrace the underground punk scene as a cultural identity base a choice that at first glance seems like an odd marriage.
The Blonds (Los Rubios) is a fascinating, well-crafted quasi-documentary that nonetheless is a study in frustration. It is frustrating in its inability to ever really confront the material it purports to explorethe political murder of its filmmaker Albertina Carris leftist parents by the Argentine secret police in 1977.
When pure water becomes murky, mystery is king.
This past spring the youngsters of Real People Theater Company staged a production of Miltons Paradise Lost at their Bushwick, Brooklyn performance space that was so raw, articulate and powerful that it blew away those of us lucky enough to have witnessed it.
I did not meet my wife at Gabrielle Hamiltons Prune in the East Village (that distinction belongs to Moto, the wine bar under the J train in South Williamsburg) but a lot of our early courting was done across the restaurants bar. She was a bartender, and Id gaze at her while she mixed drinks
Taiwanese director Hou Hsiao-hsiens films are meticulous, slow meditations on facets of Chinese life. His films methodically contemplate the temperament of individual moments, of time slowed down. They possess an almost formalist logic that calls to mind the work of Cézanne Hsiao-hsien is as much artist as narrative filmmaker.
"Why didnt fame hold off old age and death?"
Bubba Ho-Tep is a classic B-movielow-budget, sensational, absurd, laden with subtext, and mind-boggling. Beloved cult actor Bruce Campbell (of the Evil Dead movies and TVs Xena: Warrior Princess) plays an aging Elvis, one who faked his death, worked as an Elvis impersonator for decades, and now resides in Shady Rest, a dreary retirement home in the bowels of East Texas, where of course no one believes who he is. This Elvis is full of remorse: about the costs of fame, his inability to deal with his life, his drug use, and having abandoned his wife and only child.
“Every passenger who goes to 2046 has the same intention, to recapture lost memories.”
Rize follows a tried and true formula: find a sexy subculture, preferably from within a disenfranchised social strata, mold an uplifting story of struggle against adversity, and close with a sense of escape and hope.
Poet, assassin, playboy, Porfirio Rubirosa speeds through the winding streets of Paris in his silver Ferrari, senses dulled by age and drink, time running out. Over the engines arrogant purr he cries out
- My NYC Beaches by Douglas Singleton
- BLOOD, BONES, BUTTER Love in the Time of Prune by Douglas Singleton
- Mos Def and the New Old Magic by Douglas Singleton
- Millennium Mambo Boogie by Douglas Singleton
- Afro-Punk: The Rock and Roll Nigger Experience by Douglas Singleton
- Bubba Ho-Tep by Douglas Singleton
- The Blonds: Slippery Slope of Truth by Douglas Singleton
- 2046: Wong Kar–Wai’s Finest Moment by Douglas Singleton
- African Diaspora Festival at BAM by Douglas Singleton
- Straight Outta Compton by Douglas Singleton
- Real People in Crisis Bushwicks Youth Theater Struggles to Survive by Douglas Singleton
- On the Radio: Splendor and Death of Porfirio Rubirosa by Douglas Singleton