True to the dark, contrary nature of J.G. Ballard and David Cronenberg, Crash has far more complicated things on its mind than mere titillation on wheels.
New CD from art-rapper MC Escher, Hiphoppohpih, recorded shortly before his tragic fall up the stairs of his Compton home after a drive-backwards shooting.
Rut: Shut thine pie-hole, Trichinosis! My lord is dying and so art thou, thou underrehearsed beverage- referencing knave! Take heed! Take two, they’re small.
It’s been determined a lost work of William Shakespeare, owing to his unparalleled characterizations, and that funny way he had of making “s”s look like “f”s.
It keeps you up on the latest dirt from the Dream Factory without shying away from saying what other movie journals don’t have the celluloid cojones to say.
They nominated good movies, that’s what!!! Quality independent-minded films with few explosions and no breakdancing aliens, and only one starring Tom Cruise!