Between Bears from Eran Hilleli on Vimeo.

"The great discovery that [Bill] Murray has donated to cinema is that the drug of deadpan need not be a downer; bewilderingly, it can be an upper, even when you clearly have a heap of things to be down about, plus a face that looks like yesterday’s cinnamon Danish."- Anthony Lane

    "I was lying there, trying to get the doors open but couldn't. I remember the inside light not working and thinking, 'It's not like I'm going to read a book,' so I opened another can."
Paul Nigel Sneddon of New Zealand explains why police found him drinking a beer when they pulled him out of his overturned car. Sneddon, who had gone on a four-day binge after losing his job and learning that his father had cancer, says that he can't stop drinking because, "When you're lonely like I am, you cling to the things that bring you comfort."

Pefect Pretzel Logic.

                                         Florien Maier-Aichen

                                             RIP Mr. Hopper

Los Angeles – (May 26, 2010) Camelot Entertainment Group, Inc. (OTCBB: CMGR) (”Camelot”) announced today that DarKnightPicture’s (“DKP”) release of Freak Show Entertainment’s Nude Nuns with Big Guns won over international audiences at the Marchedu Film in Cannes, France, which took place from May 12-21, 2010.  With interest soaring, Vice President of Sales Jeffrey Giles closed deals to release the film in Australia, Germany, Norway, Denmark, Sweden, Finland, and Iceland.  Deals are still being negotiated for United States, France, UK, Japan, Eastern Europe, and CIS.

Alone in my sister's apartment. It is lower down than my room, it is also on a side street, hence the neighbours' loud talking below, in front of their doors. Whistling too. Otherwise complete solitude. No longed-for wife to open the door. In one month I was to have been married. The saying hurts: you've made your bed, now lie in it. You find yourself painfully pushed against the wall, apprehensively lower your eyes to see whose hand it is that pushes you, and, with a new pain in which the old is forgotten, recognize your own contorted hand holding you with a strength it never had for good work. You raise your head, again feel the first pain, again lower your gaze; this up-and-down motion of your head goes on without pause.

           If you do it just so they can never tell the difference.

If you pretend to be Hallaj

And with that fake burning

Set fire to your friends,

Don’t think that you are a lover.

You’re crazy and numb,

You’re drinking our blood,

And you have no experience of the nearness.- Rumi

MOTEL TRAILER from Jerry Brewington on Vimeo.

A pervy researcher is exploring the nature of time and space with Q-tips and the local janitor in a Chinatown Motel. A "real estate agent", on her way to meet a "Hasidic salesman," upsets  their tests with profound results.

Many folks probably saw this coming but it's still sad none the less. I was reminded of the entropy that snares us all the other night during the academy's tribute to John Huston. Judd Nelson, Molly Ringwold, et. al looked a bit worse for wear.

The years tend to do that not to mention the booze and drugs. RIP Corey

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