Hitchcock
Nobody Toby Does It Better
Official Website | Trailers & Mo
PG-13 | 98 min

Ever wonder how Psycho got made?  Read wikipedia.  But if you don’t know how to read, we guess you can settle on Sacha Gervasi‘s sorta making of tale, that has more to do with Hitchcock eating & drinking & cigar smoking & spurning his behind the scenes wife & collaborator Alma Reville (Helen Mirren) than it does about mastering suspense.  This movie has zero suspense and about zero mastery of anything, and Anthony Hopkins seems to be imitating Batman’s Penguin more than he’s trying to emulate Sir Alfred.  But it’s watchable.  You can watch Scarlett Johansson have Janet Leigh’s hair or Jessica Biel‘s teef stick out like Bugs Bunny as she tries to be Vera Miles.  The only truly interesting thing (besides the employment of Ralph Macchio!) was the devil on Hitch’s shoulder being none other than the film/book’s true psycho inspiration - Ed Gein (played by the one and only Michael Wincott!), leading we to believe that an Ed Gein biopic (a real one, not this BS) woulda been a better movie to make than a snoozy look at Ant Hopkins in 3893939 lbs of flabby make-up

BUT you can do better – you can watch HBO/BBC’s The Girl, which is more about Hitchcock tormenting Tippi Hedren than it is about Hitchcock & the making of The Birds, but it’s actually a movie movie, instead of a nothing nothing trying to be something + Toby Jones FCUKING KILLS IT as Sir Alfred, and it’s dirty and sexy + Sienna Miller gets dirty and sexy and she’s the breast.  Good for Toby!  He was the better Capote in the better Capote movie, but his Capote came wayyy after Capote 1 came out, so he got a raw deal, like not getting the Oscar that went to Phil Sey Hoffs (he was good, just not AS good as Tobes).  Well, this time, Toby’s Hitchcock joint got out the gate first, but since it’s an HBO movie and not a movie in a theater, he once again won’t get his due for doing right.  In all honestly, Hopkins’ Hitch flick belongs on TV and Toby’s belongs at a theater near jews.  GO TEAM TOBY!!!!!!!!!

Verdictgo: Sum Merit But No Stinkin Badges

Hitchcock hitchshlocks inin limited release Friday

and until next thyme the balcony is clothed…

Klum & Holyfield

Hitchcock & Leigh

Sleep No More
The McKittrick Hotel
offical site | tickets
now thru June 25th

A woman hands you a playing card and tells you to walk up a set of stairs.  You follow her instruction, and after reaching the top, all light has disappeared and darkness surrounds you, as you continue to make your way somewhere, but have no clue where.  Things quickly become disorienting and possibly even a bit scary.  Fret not, you’ll soon (or eventually) find your way, even blindly, into the safe confines of the McKittrick Hotel’s red-lit bar, where you’ll soon embark on Sleep No More, an unforgettable one-of-a-kind journey and experience you won’t soon forgot, OR WANT TO!!

Once your card is called, yer briefed on the very brief set of rules – you have to wear a white Venetian/Eyes Wide Shut orgy-like mask at all times, you are not allowed to talk at all times, and everything else is pretty much ON limits, most importantly, touching stuff!  If something is off limits (no photography, OBVS!), someone in a black mask will let you know.  Wait, what the heck is this?  Nothing like anything we’ve or you’ve ever done did before!  So, sharpen those senses, shut yer yap and let the fun unfold, at your own pace!

You get to literally roam free, a true Choose Your Own Adventure, in the ‘hotel’ (named after a location in Vertigo)’s six floors and zillions of rooms.  The rooms are all over the cinematic map – one minute you’ll feel like you’re walking thru Norman Bates’ Victorian home (and hearing Bernard Herrmann’s score), the next, The Shining‘s Overlook hotel, and the next, the psycho wards of Jacob’s Ladder, and the next? Some other heeby-jeeby flick that’s made yer skin crawl

While yer exploring, a play is being staged (Shakespeare’s Macbeth… hence the title), but it’s up to you if you want to follow the story and characters (you can literally follow them as they run around the place), or juss dig through their actual drawers (or candy jars!).  We opted for the latter, but you can do whatever the funk you want.  That’s the beauty of this – it’s what you make of it.  So if you want to have a lame time, you will have one!  Probably not though, since the place/play is quite low on lame-ness

If yer in New York over the next two months, you have to do this.  It’s a piece of theater that’s worth the price of admission, cause it’s nothing like theater.  And please, go in with an open mind, wide set of eyes, a well rested body, and most importantly, someone you don’t want to talk to for 2-3 hours

Anthony Perkins, Seventeen Magazine, 1960

Оксана Акиньшина, Журнал Citizen K, лето 2008 г [NSFW]

birdseye view of Wilshire Boulevard, looking west at night, March 28, 1928

visible is The Brown Derby, which might be the first place we’d eat at if time travel were possible

VvG, selfs-portraits

btw, Lust For Life is a must for life, hispecially if you love Vincent or Kirk or awesome movies

from the whhhhhhhhhhaaaat files:

Addams Family + Tag Team = ‘Addams Family (Whoomp!)’ ??????????????????????????????

yeah, we all knew that MC Hammer got his groove on with the Fam, but nobody whoomped to the above trick!!!!! you can WHOOMP the people once, but you can’t do it twice.  WHOOMP, THERE IT WASN’T!!!

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from Carter Burwell, the Coen’s go to composer, comes whatever this was from Psycho III

Burwell provides his own notes on scoring the film and working with director/star Anthony Perkins

side note: Psycho III‘s Jeff Fahey refused to go full on nude for one scene, so he covered his bits with lamps.  yes, LAMPS!!!  [WATCH, but kinda sorta NSFWish]

and while we’re talkin mussssic, FOR ONCE…

this AXE ad is nice and saucy and spray-y and whatevs

but

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and so does Fahey and his hot lamps!