WALKABOUT (1971)

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This film was loosely based on the novel by a certain James Vance Marshall and directed by Nicolas Roeg, who was the DP on Donald Cammell's Performance (1970). This film might have one of the best first five minutes of any film I've seen. Sporting minimal dialogue and amazing visuals of the Australian outback, a must see for 1970s cinemaphiles.

The plot involves two siblings, a tween girl and a 5 year old boy, stuck in the middle of the outback due to their father having a nervous breakdown. They get led back to civilization by a young aborigine boy who finds them on "walkabout". The 'moral' of the story, if you can call it that, lies in the aborigine's encounter with the outside world. Highly Recommended.

BIG JEW DAY

As observant Jews prepare for the beginning of the eight-day Passover celebration Wednesday night, some will pause this morning to recite the least frequently spoken prayer in Judaism.

It is a ritual that comes around only once every 28 years, one that commemorates the sun's return to the place in the firmament where, according to the Book of Genesis, God created it on the fourth day.

This year's confluence of Passover and the sun's commemoration is particularly rare - marking only the 12th occurrence in the 5,769-year-old Jewish calendar.

A POT OF GOLD IN ALABAMA

This clip was originally brought to my attention by s.g.r. about two years ago. Its power remains undiminished.

Watch Out Richard

I'm writing about your new, INCREDIBLY unnerving show at Gagosian. You're going down.

Linda Perhacs

Super soft-focus lensing at the piano time. Daft Punk tipped their helmets for her.

If You Were My Man (Demo)—Linda Perhacs

Malibu Skeleton Update

The Knotty newsroom depends solely on the hard work of other journalists to bring you the latest news, especially news about skeletons in Malibu. They seem to have identified the car to be that of a man named Jeffrey from Thousand Oaks, CA. He disappeared in 1906!

No, I wish. Since 2006, actually. And to make matters worse is that they didn't find a monocle!

Boooring.

Harry Nilsson : The Happy Cynic

I was talking to someone tonight about Harry Nilsson, who've I've recently discovered for myself. We agreed that his music is tinged with happy-cynicism, which is the secret to its appeal. He was bilked for almost all of his life-savings by a close associate around the time of his death, so maybe he wasn't cynical enough?
A pinch of salt on top of happiness is good for rock, though.




Me and My Arrow——Harry Nilsson