Lollipop Magazine

Prelude to a Lick – The Editor’s Rant – Column

December 1, 1997

We all take stock options of our lives, propose wildly unrealistic things we’ll never do, and perform the autopsy on what we made of ourselves in the last year.

The Ending of the End – Part One – Wim Wenders – Column

December 1, 1997

Wim Wenders spirit animal is a mole, and as he discusses his new film, The End of Violence, he sounds like a mole, a sad quiet creature.

Spike & Mike’s Sick and Twisted Festival of Animation 1997 – Review

December 1, 1997

Veering from vomitous to hysterical (and sometimes both), Sick and Twisted offers enough raunchy sex, scatology, and sailor swearing for a millennium.

Boogie Nights – Review

December 1, 1997

Anderson loves each of his characters for all their flaws and failings, letting them put themselves through the wringer but always welcoming them home.

A Life Less Ordinary – Review

December 1, 1997

This should have been just a madcap, goofy, directed-by-Carl-Reiner sort of comedy. They threw in gratuitous violence, bad hair, bad skin, and bad singing.

Rowan-Morrison’s Guide To Home Video – Column

December 1, 1997

…And God Spoke. Landing somewhere between Spinal Tap and Waiting For Guffman is this subtly hilarious mockumentary on making a movie about the Bible.

Graffic Traffic – It’s Never Only Comics – Column

December 1, 1997

It’s always a joy to encounter another issue of the excellent Don’t Shoot! It’s Only Comics, the local anthology pulled together by Jef Taylor.

Nashing Teeth – Bitch Slap The Mother of God – Column

December 1, 1997

No job no money no food. This is only fun if you have nothing to fall back on. Being poor means your girlfriend has to screw a loser.

A “Hole” Lotta Love – An “interview” with Courtney Love – Fiction

December 1, 1997

Renowned international music/film/fashion critic Jean-Paul Bavard met recently with Singer/Songwriter/Actress Courtney Love in a posh Parisian bistro.

High Dudgeon and Low Self-Esteem – I, X – Fiction

December 1, 1997

I’m torn between getting this hatred and disgust that lies within me in steaming clots out once and for all and maneuvering my mouse to “no” when asked to save.