Aaron Katz’s Cold Weather is sort of annoying, but if you give yourself over to its ambling, mumblecore style, it’s eventually kind of powerful too.  And beautifully shot.

“Even the most pointless obsession can yield a certain kind of depth if it is pursued unfailingly.”  This is a great book about memory and rock and roll.

Cinematic sons-a-bitches Vol. I: Harry Roat from Scarsdale (Wait Until Dark, 1967).

Empty baby stroller on dance floor at Replay.  Baby went to get a PBR.

“Our good fortune allowed us to feel a sadness our parents didn’t have time for.”  We ended up kind of loving Beginners, despite the heavy quirk factor. 

We’re saviors of art!  How could someone throw this away?  We blame Brownback.

“If you don’t have good dreams, Bagel, you got nightmares.”  It’s about time for our annual screening of Diner.

lawrencefuckingkansas:

Krumpers gonna Krump

“Tell us a story from before we can remember.”  Tree of Life hits KC multiplexes tomorrow.  Please go.  And turn off your fucking cellphones.

In East Larryville, parties often occur in backyards, centered around dumpster-dived chandeliers.