Spitball Army

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HERAKLES (known as the Lansdowne Herakles)
Roman copy after a fourth-century B.C. original
height: 193.5 cm.
The J. Paul Getty Museum, Malibu, California

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Museum Reproductions, 3034 W. Main Street, Alhambra, Calif.

Fictional, but feels like 30 CNFtweets strung together by a master lyricist. The Earth, Wind & Fire “Reasons” scene rules.

Best of the Maysles’ Christo documentaries, in terms of providing background on the artist’s history and project politics.

Supremely violent, moody and plodding, with a sound mix borrowed from David Lynch. Also has a karaoke whorehouse.

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St. Timothy Memorial Chapel, built in memory of Timothy Bowman by his parents and family, early Montana pioneers, at Southern Cross, a Ghost Mining Town, overlooking Georgetown Lake, 2 miles off Highway 10A, is of native stone, in a beautiful natural setting. Tho’ owned by the Presbyterian Church, it is inter-denominational.

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©Pub., Dist. & Photographed by Lauretta Studio, Butte, Mont. (Mr. & Mrs. A. Walkup).

Bertolucci’s 1900 (1976) has frequently stunning visuals and can be operatic in its staging, but no movie should be this long. My bum hurts.

I nearly shrieked in my own living room this morning as I watched Donald Sutherland head-butt a kitty-cat to death.

It only took one furiously powerful slam with the crown of his skull, and from a running start. The cat had no chance to cry out.

Sutherland’s forehead was left bloodied. Why didn’t somebody warn me?

This is at least the third film I’ve seen that contained a senseless cat murder. The most recent was The Grand Budapest Hotel.

And then, before that, there was Drag Me to Hell.

The Maysles doc about Christo’s U.S./Japan installation portrays the artists’ volatility and ego as the true spectacles.

Card is titled: “Sun Rays Through the Redwoods.”

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THE SHAFTS OF SUNLIGHT give a cathedral-like feeling to these redwood giants as though God stands before you in these trees. Ancient sentinels, the oldest of all living things, The Redwoods reach a height of more than 300 feet and diameter of 20 feet.
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The Continental Card
Clemcards, Inc., P.O. Box 813, Corte Madera, CA 94925
Mike Roberts, Berkeley 94710

Corey is standing just outside the entrance to the Winn-Dixie, fanning the smoke from the multiple rib racks cooking on the grill: it’s billowing right at his face in a steady smoke-stream, but none of us, myself included, bother to mention to him that he’d have an easier time breathing if he’d only step one foot to the left. We’re all too intent on getting into the grocery store, having been put into a food trance by the alluring aroma of Corey’s fixin’s. I spy a jar of Wickles’ pickled okra in the “Alabama Local” aisle and briefly contemplate buying some to ward off the advancement of any infant melanoma cells on the surface of my body. I think better of it because, well, I hate okra just about as much as I hate cancer. At the challenging self-checkout, I choose English as my preferred language and proceed to piss off the automated lady behind the screen by scanning my coupons too early. Once I’ve paid, she continues to holler “Remove all the groceries from the bagging area!” until the woman standing at the adjacent register says, “She sounds like somebody’s wife” (a nearly-ironic statement on this Mother’s Day). We both laugh, from our bellies, and I think: Next time, I’ll choose Spanish.

Errol Morris gleefully puts Donald Rumsfeld’s relentless contrarian parsing of language on infuriating display.