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I'm watching the Brewers game and just saw the "You Are My Face" VW ad. It's the first time I've actually seen one of these on TV. I found the experience rather disappointing--the earth did not shake and my sense of disillusionment was totally dwarfed by the awesome fact that Ben Sheets had just made Barry Bonds look like an amateur.

My wife likes Wilco but I wouldn't call her a fan, exactly. I remember taking her to a Wilco show (2003?) and during the ending distortion of "Poor Places" she leaned over and asked, "Is it supposed to sound like that?"

Let's throw Thomas Hardy into the mix. Any of his novels will do, but I'm partial to The Mayor of Casterbridge.

Coolage.

I believe in the validity of the horror film, but this recent trend in torture porn is a little troubling... it generally feels like we're meant to enjoy the violence, which means we're asked to identify with the killers rather than with the victims. They aren't about exploring fear; instead, they celebrate sadism.

My mother hasn't yet recovered from the years-ago discovery that I vote Democrat--if I dropped the F-bomb on her, she'd probably blow up.

My mom still doesn't let me see R-rated movies.

I don't know what's worse... exposing kids to violent imagery, or teaching them that it's okay to waste their time and money on crap.

Tradition? I know some special educators who call it "job security."

Away From Her / Sarah Polley / Canada Earlier in the day I caught Pirates 3, the polar opposite of Polley's movie, which has only a few characters and takes place in only a few rooms. Still, Away From Her swings for the fences in a way that Pirates never does. The movie, which charts how a marriage is consumed by Alzheimer's, achieves an emotional intensity early on and never lets up--but unlike Pirates, which just piles on more and more just to, well, have more--Away From Her deepens, growing both more sad and, paradoxically, more beautiful.

I think I like the idea of the drone more than I like the drone itself.

You want to see Bono's schlong?

Double feature today: First up was Jafar Panahi's Offside, a comedy about several Iranian girls trying to sneak into a pre-World Cup match even though females are banned from the stadium. Most impressive are the long takes that are perfectly choreographed to reveal information only as we need it, which intensifies both the comedy and the suspense. It also has a climactic scene of sports jubilation--a mix of staged action and actual crowds mobbing the streets--that ranks among the best of its kind. Next was John Carney's Once, a movie that appears to be about the connection between a Dublin

That's a fantastic movie... I'm actually a big Wong Kar-Wai fan, especially this one, Chungking Express, Ashes of Time, and 2046. If I made a list of movies I'm most eagerly anticipating in 2007, My Blueberry Nights would be near the top.

The first thing I think of is how much I like it. Then the Conan performance. The VW ad doesn't even make the list, although the threads about it might, if I cared to think about that when listening to music.

Besides an online search, I haven't seen the ads, either. I guess I don't watch enough TV. You know, for those of us who share jnickerson's dislike for overcommercialization, it's possible to more or less relegate the influence of that culture to the margins of our lives--frankly, I find that rather easy to do, which might explain why I also find it easy to separate Wilco's artistic moves from its business moves. If a song appears in an ad, there are no lingering connotations for me. (For those that experience the negative connotations and can't help but allow that to forever alter how the

More like Paul Reubens' death scene in the Buffy movie.

This weekend, three terrific movies: Knocked Up / Judd Apatow / USA / 2007 au hasard Balthazar / Robert Bresson / France / 1966 Werckmeister Harmonies / Bela Tarr and Agnes Hranitzky / Hungary / 2001

Beat me to it.

On that site, I found the link to this more interesting:

I suspect this was just an embarrassing slip-up, not an indication of ignorance on the reviewer's part. I imagine her reading it in the paper and saying, "Wait, how did that happen? Damn, now I look like an idiot." I remember once publishing a review of the movie Pollock, and I referred to Lee Krasner as Lee Krasden. It was just a slip-up, and when I read the published version I couldn't believe I had made that mistake--I knew all about Krasner previously, and I can't explain why I was thinking of The Honeymooners when I wrote that piece! (Krasner + Kramden = Krasden.) Sometimes the bra

I'd like to add that I don't think jnickerson is a troll; in fact, I think it's clear he loves Wilco and has some articulate thoughts about this particular issue. This is a good discussion to have, and I've enjoyed it.

Your consistent position: Selling

I felt the same way about Twin Cinema as you did, so I'm glad to hear your response to the single. Haven't listened yet, but I'm eager...