Now Playing: the soft, hypnotic whirr of the hard drive
It's been an astonishingly blah week. I was sick for a few days and feeling miserable, and the weather currently outside reflects my mood (although I'm feeling better now). Nothing's been done, nothing's been happening--although I did finally see a couple of movies I've wanted to check out for a while.
It's Alive (1974) is kind of funny as it concerns a feral, homicidal newborn baby, and came out the year I was born. I'm starting to like Larry Cohen a lot, as he has a sick yet truly insightful view of American culture, and manages to get this across even as the latest addition to the Davis family roams cheesy West Los Angeles stealing milk bottles and chewing out the throats of milkmen.
Whisky Galore (1949) might be the best movie I've ever seen set in Scotland. An Ealing Studios gem directed by Alexander Mackendrick, it tells the story of an island in the Outer Hebrides during the war that's gone without whiskey for months. A ship founders off the coast with a cargo of guess what and the islanders have to figure how to spirit the stuff away (no pun intended) without the Excise men sniffing them out. Great fun.
They cheered me up, anyway. The Avatars and Hard Lessons are playing tonight at the Blind Pig, for the latter's record release party--it ought to be good. At least I hope so.