I haven't bought new shoes in awhile, so I guess it's only fitting that the first pair I decided to get are all retro. I had these in the "Clown Colors" models in junior high school, and I got made fun of plenty. I have no idea what it'll be like to go back to Hi Tops this long after the fact, but I'm taking the plunge. Is this the first sign of an impending mid-life crisis?
I saw the Swedish film Let The Right One In at Fantastic Fest in Austin, and it is one hundred times the film that the upcoming Twilight could ever hope to be. The pale and moody gothabees in Twilight could only hope to be in a film this good.
Let The Right One In will have a limited theatrical release in LA and New York in October, and will hit DVD in March of next year, so start combing through Netflix and setting your Amazon calendar ahead. If you have a chance to see this, you won't regret it.
There's a chain of restaurants in Canada (and elsewhere) called Swiss Chalet, although I've never ventured inside to try it out. My American ignorance leads me to believe that everything would be covered in cheese and mushrooms. I saw a commercial for it on television this morning while I was getting ready for the Toronto International Film Festival: Day 5. Which involves splashing cold water on my face while simultaneously slapping myself. In the commercial, Mom comes home with bags of food from Swiss Chalet. She calls out "Dinner's ready!" and no one comes. Then she adds "It's Swiss Chalet!" and everyone comes running. Even goofy teen boy who says "Swiss Chalet? Why didn't anyone call me?" Mom pulls his headphones off and says "We did." HAHAHAHAHAHA! Now, what this commercial is actually saying is "Okay family, I realize my cooking sucks, and maybe I've tried to fool you in the past, but I really brought you something you'd actually enjoy." Poor mom.
I'll be in Toronto through the 10th for the Toronto International Film Festival, and I'm already pretty knackered after my first full day. Most of it was spent doing interviews for Guy Ritche's new film ROCKNROLLA, and then I had to coordinate a billion other interviews. I just saw WALTZ WITH BASHIR, an impressive animated documentary, THE BROTHERS BLOOM which is Rian Johnson's followup to the amazing BRICK (BLOOM might be the best of the festival for me... I'll have to see what can beat it), and JCVD, which is a fictional film about Jean-Claude Van Damme where Jean-Claude plays a version of himself. It's self-indulgent and weird, and I think I ultimately hated it. Interviews will be up at Spout soon, so keep checking.
Top image is a shot I took in downtown Toronto, which has some amazing architecture. One thing I've noticed is that people rarely, if ever, look up. When you look up and take a photo, people stop and stare like "Oh my, is it a suicidal stockbroker? Is the building on fire?" Then they don't find anything scandalous, so they go back to looking at the sidewalk. I don't get it. More here.
I recorded this recently, and promptly forgot about it. While I was doing some audio excavating tonight I found it, so here it is for the ethernetted masses.
If you haven't watched this yet, then you need to. It's hilarious, sad, funny, touching, and full of Evil. Click on the banner to take you to the goodness. The songs have been stuck in my head for days now.
Spotted on the streets of San Diego. I fear for America.
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