Category archives: Film
Woah! Woah! Woah!
o there I was, on Saturday afternoon, chatting with Dave Fanning about Hergé, his (great) works, and the (not-so-great) Spielberg/Jackson adaptation of said works, when we got to the sticky issue of “faithfulness”. I may have (accidentally) ended up sounding… continue reading »
Send…More…Paramedics…
Had a blast and a half, with the Outbreak Festival crew, in the old Daghda space (St. John’s Sq, Limerick) last night. A healthy (or suitably unhealthy) crowd shuffled horrifically down to enjoy local film-maker Dermott Petty’s Gothic Country ‘n’… continue reading »
Brainstorm: Dawn of the Damp
Achill Island. 1999. A different decade. A different millennium. Driving, interminable rain sweeps in over Keel strand and down from lofty Slievemore. Dark thunderous clouds roll and boil in the grim skies overhead. And there, huddled and damp, in a… continue reading »
Songs for the Bewildered: The Place Where We All Intend To Die
Back in the fun-stuffed, joy-filled, gloriously utopian days of the early 1980s, three things seemed sure and certain. 1) Nuclear Armageddon was imminent and inevitable. It was 2 minutes to midnight and jttery fingers hovered over red buttons. We were… continue reading »
Will Coyotes Still Get in?
About 6 months ago, on a night (dear readers) very much like this,1 I found myself sitting, sweatily, at a giant mahogany table in my parents’ “Good Room”.2 Phone in hand. Preparing to talk to an 85-year-old Richard Matheson. Look,… continue reading »
You’d Never Know they were Anatomically Correct…
For those of you who weren’t present in Exchange Dublin last Thursday night to hear it (i.e. all of you) here’s the piece of sit-down comedy reading I performed (as part of Gareth Stack’s Marshmallow Ladyboy Jesus). ————————————————————————————————————————————– The fragmented… continue reading »
Night of the Big Heads
The below image – a framed print of which sits atop the loo in our poky downstairs bathroom – is problematic for at least 4 reasons. 1) It conflates big heads (i.e. big brains) with cruelty and mercilessness. 2) It… continue reading »
On the Reading of Very Bad Books (or, “Please put down that thesaurus, Mr. Torro”)
I’m rarely happier, rarely more blissfully content, rarely more the spitting image of a gurning pig in the gooiest shit, than when watching a “bad” film. I don’t, of course, mean bad “bad” films. You know the ones. Mainstream, bombastic,… continue reading »
