What I saw instead was a man who seemed to be at peace with himself and his life, who loved his children, art, film and new ideas. Sometimes when you have seen life at its ugliest, as Hopper surely had, you're able to come out the other side and drink in its beauty. I hope this was true.
"Fury Road" is less a sequel than a reimagining of this post-apocalyptic mythology.
Mantras are one such vehicle -- but only one. They're soothing sounds that are psycho-acoustically suited to this settling process.
Bill Plympton is not a genius, or so he insists, although none of his thousands of fans would be shocked if a MacArthur "Genius Grant" came his way.
I can remember being absolutely hooked and engrossed into the surreal world of the cutting-edge television series Twin Peaks back in the '90s. That...
What is Iranian noir? Like The Blair Witch Project it's shot in black and maybe recalls 60's B movies like Succubus with a little bit of Rebel Without a Cause, thrown in.
It was the wildest film festival I have ever attended: the Lisbon-Estoril Film Festival, now in its eighth year. First, the range of the program was staggering.
At NoirCon doors are unlocked to anything noir. In a world of darkness, NoirCon is a beacon of light.
Hotels inspire the horrific and macabre, and with Halloween almost upon us it's time to celebrate haunted rooms, menacing presences, poltergeists, and even the occasional Log Lady lurking in the lobby.
Most of the time, a song gets stuck inside your head for hours, days courtesy of a catchy chorus or well-written verse. In the case of Bastille, however, their orca-whale-sized hit "Pompeii" produced a mind gloriously filled with repeated "eh ohs."
The films of David Lynch will leave you baffled and pondering. The good news: He feels exactly the same. Lynch talked to Max Tholl about mental fishing trips, torturing audiences and our obsession with mystery.
At the time of William Eggleston's exhibition, color was shunned in serious photography circles. Until then photographers used color only for advertising and journalism, and it was widely despised by the mainstream art world of the time.
We've quietly been collecting our evidence, and feel pretty confident in questioning the origins of the following "people."
I strolled into the sauna this morning to find a man sitting peacefully in a cross-legged position, his eyes gazing slightly downward. Just as I was settling in, a light tapping sound intruded. My sauna-mate was actually texting from a tiny mobile device nestled in the folds of the towel atop his lap.
Thirty years ago! Scary! Yet inspiring. (Certainly most millennials I encounter are ripping off that era as fast as their iPad-laden hands can grab.) For your pleasure and edification, I was there (and then), and I reflect.
It's clear Ringo and his All Starr Band are loving getting by with a little help from their friends. Here I ask him how it all started.