Hey-oh! Welcome to the MONDAY MORNING COMMUTE — OL’s attempt to curb the blow that is the workweek! I’m going to give you the rundown on what I’ll be doing in the upcoming days to protect my soul from drudgery and malarkey. Your mission is to hit up the comments section and show off your own entertainment survival kit.
What’s in it? Movies? Music? Candy bars and porno? Let us know!
So c’mon kiddies, gather `round!
On Friday night I was fortunate enough to catch a midnight screening of Pulp Fiction at the Somerville Theatre. Sure, getting a chance to see Tarantino’s seminal work on the big-screen was absolutely amazing. But what was truly mind-blowing was encountering the most puzzling statement I’ve ever seen scrawled on a bathroom stall:
I also love to fart on pussy.
With no other graffiti visible, my search for meaning became frantic. Who farts on pussy? Why? And what’s with the inclusion of also? This could imply either that the author loves to do other things on pussy or that he loves to fart on other things. Hrm. Is this some sort of Zen kÅan?
What does this mean?
Color me oblivious to award show bullshit. I had no idea that Banksy’s documentary-turned-perhaps-faux-documentary-turned-maybe-really-documentary-turned-definitely-a-mindfuck Exit Through The Gift Shop was nominated for Best Documentary this year. Outstanding. Just as astounding? Banksy’s statement after Exit was nominated:
This is a big surprise. I don’t agree with the concept of award ceremonies, but I’m prepared to make an exception for the ones I’m nominated for. The last time there was a naked man covered in gold paint in my house, it was me.
The movie is one of my favorite works of the part year, frreal. If you haven’t seen it, it’s streaming on Netflix and I think it was even free on Hulu last week? I’m not sure. None the less, it’s a hilarious commentary on underground movements, and what happens when those movements are (inevitably) coopted and monetized. That’s the problem with doing something new and having it strike a chord with people.
Commodification.
Anyways, the send-up is outstanding, and it’s been nominated and whatever. Now with the nomination, shit is getting interesting. According to Slashfilm:
This week we’ve begun to hear reports that Banksy (the credited director of the street art documentary) is beginning his award campaign the only way he knows how to – street art. Or could this be the work of Mr. Brainwash? This looks a bit too sloppy to be a Banksy production, and MBW has been using Stormtroopers in his work recently.
Fantastic.
Every Tuesday I post a section of my novella DEFEAT. While I think the readership of OL would be interested in a science fictional tale guaranteed to end with the hero killing himself at the nexus of his reality, I know that there’s skepticism about the value of any fiction appearing on the `net. Whatevs, bro!
However, every episode of DEFEAT. is accompanied by a piece of gorgeous art by my pal Brian Galiano. I’ve given him free reign to do whatever he wants – every Tuesday I just check my email – and the results have been fantastic.
Hit the jump to check out all of the art that Bri has submitted thus far!
|
|
|
