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September 30, 2006

listening: daydreamin'

Artist: Lupe Fiasco featuring Jill Scott. Album: Lupe Fiasco's Food & Liquor.

September 26, 2006

listening: suburban homeboy

Artist: Sparks. Album: Lil' Beethoven.

watching: studio 60

Why does every episode of this show feel like it's ninety minutes long? The fate of the free world doesn't rest on sketch comedy. The fate of network television doesn't rest on sketch comedy. Nevertheless, nice try. Welcome back, Matthew Perry. And welcome, period, Amanda Peet. Enjoy it while it lasts, whatever it is.

September 24, 2006

watching: battlestar galactica

Numerous personal recommendations, an EW cover story and an iTunes binge have made me a convert. I'll Netflix the rest while awaiting Season 3.

September 21, 2006

listening: after hours

Artist: The Velvet Underground. Album: The Velvet Underground.

listening: love show

Artist: Skye. Album: Mind How You Go.

September 18, 2006

read: out of my head

The usual irritants of Gallic literary convention aside, this compact French thriller is a legitimately gripping tale of botany, mistaken identity and betrayal. An elegant page-turner.

September 09, 2006

saw: crank

Trashy, hyper-violent action pic wears out its welcome a little too quickly for an eighty minute thrill ride, but the unapologetic silliness, executed with reasonable flair by directors Mark Neveldine and Brian Taylor, offers its own repetitive pleasures. The ending is literally a corker. Grade: B-

September 06, 2006

saw: idiocracy

Mike Judge's amiable future-schlock satire is smarter than it looks—bursting with ideas, and plenty funny if you can get past the auteur's basic discomfort with storytelling and mise en scène. An immediately underrated movie. Grade: B

saw: the illusionist

Antique potboiler generates steam until its supernatural pretense gives way to pedestrian narrative gimmickry and an over-reliance on CG. The strapping Jessica Biel is woefully miscast as an Austrian duchess. (Yes, you read that correctly.) I'm looking all the more forward to Christopher Nolan's Prestige. Grade: B-

September 04, 2006

read: 2001

A recent reviewing of the Kubrick opus impelled me to pick up Clarke's novel; and while his telling lacks the director's signature atmospherics, the author's crisp grasp of science is expectedly illuminating and visionary, despite the story's somewhat ragged metaphysical ending. The usual caveats apply concerning Clarke's sturdy prose, stolid dialog and square characters.