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Marc

The Road...

About Me

I can often be found (and occasionally ensnared) while lounging, back to the door, with an iBook and a snoring ebony pug at Zilker Park, Jo's Coffeehouse on 2nd, Halcyon, or near any large body of water or Lone Star in the summer. I have been spotted at the Parish, Club DeVille, Emo's, Casino, and, rarely, your closet late at night while dangling from the end of a bad print necktie and catching up on my Joy Division. When I'm not skulking around Bull Creek dog park (with dog in tow) or feeding, feeding, endlessly feeding at Polvo's on S. 1st St., I work doing a job I enjoy more and more every day. (Almost every day.) I'm a writer-type and what I scribble about so intently is chiefly film-related. My automobile is zippy and sounds like Run DMC/Refused/Ennio Morricone when I blow by you in the breakdown lane. I'm eager to make more mistakes I can learn from. I like lobster bisque and saganaki, but not at the same time. I can play a mean game of "Hey, what's that on your head?" I'm kooky for live music and, yes, dead music, too. (Sometimes even re-animated, undead, skulky music so long as it doesn't get red on me.) I devour all things cinematical like collapsing white dwarf stars devour the known parameters of the universe. My dog is my best buddy even though her breath can strip the armor off a Bradley Fighting Vehicle and still have enough Ka-Pow! to lay waste to most of downtown Tokyo. I read far too much, everything from Gaiman to Eggars to Calvin & Hobbes, and when I'm not reading I'm writing or watching films or pestering people who write or make films. Or playing "Aeroplane Disaster" with my dog. I take immense pleasure in lying around doing nothing whatsoever on Sundays, although the Sunday Times and Public Radio International's always swell "This American Life" do not, I must say, count as "nothing whatsoever." Thai food is sublime. The current geopolitical wipeout is totally creeping me out. I love America, but the food's better (or at least more interesting) nearly anywhere else. Adult Swim is trenchant, but doesn't hold a candle to that original 2-D firecracker, Miss Betty Boop. I'd like to be 11 again for just one July. Bees worry me (what if they develop opposable stingers?!). Lenny Bruce, Bill Hicks, Tom Lehrer, and Patton Oswalt are so smart they're downright hilarious. I dig Sandy Koufax, Mel Brooks, Sid Haig, Marc Chagall, Glenn Gould, Roger Corman, Takeshi Miike, Akira Kurosawa, and Tim, Karrie, Lars, and Kier-La from the Alamo Drafthouse Theater. Oh, and Udo Kier. And Jack Kerouac, the Marx Brothers, James Dean, Vampira, Mad Magazine, E.C. Comics, Famous Monsters of Filmland, and The Austin Chronicle, one and all...and Buster Keaton. And you, if you want it bad enuff, you crazy kid, you...If I tell you Serge Gainsbourg is god and Louise Brooks his mistress, honestly, that's all you need to know about me...

My Interests

............Film, books, Bruce Sterling's weblog, Mogwai, Britpop, more movies, relevant situationism, little fluffy clouds, big spiky sea urchins, books/music/film, pugs, oral hygiene, aural hygiene, poppycock, balderdash, assorted tomfoolery. Drive-In movies, especially old sci-fi & horror & chopsocky, i.e. AIP and Shaw Bros. Sitting in a coffeehouse watching people. Road-tripping. Absurdism. Old-school everything. The Rat Pack. Bill Murray. Sushi. Suzy. Subarus. Radio Flyer wagons. Zombie comedies. Truth + Lies = Here + Now. Music music music. My friends, without whom yadda x 3. And yet more film....

I'd like to meet:

............. Emily Kane (of Art Brut fame. I want schoolkids on buses singing her name.) Rainer Maria Rilke. Harry Dean Stanton. Dick Miller. Arthur Miller. John Frankenheimer. Ray Harryhausen. Gore Vidal. Ian MacKaye. Billy Mumy. Harlan Ellison. Berkeley Breathed. Crispin Glover. Johnny Depp. That guy from "The Many Loves of Dobie Gillis." Sidney Poitier. John Carpenter. James Ellroy. Elizabeth Short. *Veronica Lake!* Legs McNeil. Thomas Paine. Egon Schiele. Terry Gilliam. Judy Blume. Dario Argento. *Asia Argento!* Warren Oates. Harpo Marx. Vincent Price. Frances the Hedgehog. Satan's *Other* Cheerleaders. Morrissey. Roger Corman. Jane Birkin. Darby Crash. Will Shatter. Tim Yohannon. Ben Franklin. Harold of "Purple Crayon" infamy. Louise Brooks. Brigitte Bardot. Klaus Kinski. *Nastasja Kinski!* Everyone who ever wrote for The New Yorker. Charles Addams. Gahan Wilson. H.P. Lovecraft. E.A. Poe. "The Usual Gang of Idiots" from Mad Magazine. All the Marx Brothers. Anyone remotely associated with the film version of "V For Vendetta." Fassbinder+Lou Reed+Bukowski+the "Hey Kool-Aid!" Pitcher (at a Brooklyn Dodgers game, preferably), John Cassavetes/Peter Falk/Diane Lane, and, it goes without saying, the Godhead, Mr. Warren Oates, late of Depoy, KY, currently bringing you the head of, uh, whoever runs the afterlife. (I need to figure out if there's going to be sushi, or if I have to bring my own.)And quite possibly you, you lucky devil, you.Oh? Word.

Music:

...............Art Brut, Akira Ifukube, James McMurtry, Ray Wylie Hubbard, Shearwater, Al Jolson, Nina Simone, Billy Bragg, Rainer Maria, Dylan, Leonard Cohen, The Postal Service, Misfits, Primal Scream, Smiths, Stan Getz, Blur, Radiohead, Suede, Belle & Sebastian, I Love You But I've Chosen The Fall, My Education, Ride, My Blood Valentine, Yeah x3s, Philip Glass, Nick Cave, Stan Ridgway, Charlatans, 'Mats, TMBG, Serge Gainsbourg, Stereo Total, Handsome Boy Modelling School, Bird, Chet Baker, Ennio Morricone, Cruiserweight, Stones, Dylan, Byrds, Stan Freberg, Rilo Kiley, Folk Implosion, Massive Attack, Tricky, trip hop, film scores, PJ Harvey, any Manchester stuff, the Clash, the Cure, Echo & the Bunnymen, 80's pap, bubblegum, Puffy AmiYumi, Patti Page, Neko Case, Loretta Lynn, Dwight, Merle, Willie, William Shatner, Charlatans, DJ Jester, DJ Mel, 626 Soul, Muppet soundtracks, ...of the Spheres, Jonathan Richman, John Lurie, Tom Waits, Bjork, Theremins, New Order, This Microwave World, the Streets, Love & Rockets, Siouxie, Slowdive, Ride, Elvis, Pulp, PIL, the sound of one paw scratching...etc.

Movies:

.............."The Heart is Deceitful Above All Things," "Oldboy," "Three ... Extremes," "Sympathy for Lady Vengeance," "City of Lost Children," "Rock 'N' Roll High School," "Lovers of the Arctic Circle," "Girl on the Bridge," "Re-Animator," "Bell, Book & Candle", "The Third Man," "From Dusk Till Dawn," "Begotten," anything from American International Pictures, anything with Vincent Price, any Toho giant monster man-in-suit films (especially "Destroy All Monsters," "Godzilla's Revenge"), "Dumbo," "J'Accuse," "Rear Window," "Dear Pillow," and Truffaut, Fellini, (Paul) Morrissey, Antonioni, Bava, Fulci, Wong Kar Wai, Coscarelli, Romero, Corman ... Anything, really, that speaks to and from the heart (however maligned, moribund, or maddeningly misinflamed, above or beyond the pale, i.e. "Bride of Frankenstein" and Karloff's Klassic Kwote: "We belong dead!") and/or challenges you, yes, *you,* you lucky, lucky moviegoer, you, alone in the dark yet again and loving every moment of it... Truly, heaven is a postscript when you've already experienced "Wings of Desire" in 70mm with Nick Cave two rows down....

Television:

.............is evil. Except for the (semi-) new "Freaks and Geeks" complete series DVD, which is great. And Turner Classic Movies. And "Heat Vision and Jack." And the Naked Cathode Static, still the purest form of audiovisual stimuli going.

Books:

..............Anything by Ray Bradbury, David Sedaris, Sarah Vowell, John Pierson, Hawking, A.A. Milne, Garry Trudeau, Pauline Kael, the Sunday Times, Beats/Blake/Poe, Andrew Vachss, Michael Chabon, Herman Hesse, Neil Gaiman, the entire writership of The New Yorker magazine (and Spy!, too), Legs McNeil, Jack Rabid, Cheever, FJA, John Bloom, Woodward & Bernstein, Ernie Kovacs, McLuhan, Stan Lee, Jhonen Vasquez, Mike Mignola, Bill Watterson, James Ellroy, Ross MacDonald -- and he's not a writer, but Takashi Murikami! Superflat! Yes!

Heroes:

......Ich, ich bin dann kønig, und du? Du kønigin! Obwohl sie unschlagbar scheinen. Werden wir helden, für einen tag. Wir sind dann wir an diesem tag. Für immer und immer! Und wir sind dann helden. Für...einen...tag.......................................... .......................

My Blog

My Bloody Fucking About Time!

My Bloody Valentine are reuniting, after what feels like eons, to play next year's Coachella Festival in Palm Desert, CA. Oddly enough, I spoke to Creation Records founder Alan Magee last Friday night...
Posted by Marc on Wed, 29 Aug 2007 09:54:00 PST

Don Coscarelli @ The Alamo Drafthouse

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Posted by Marc on Tue, 03 Jul 2007 10:41:00 PST

Udo!

DECEMBER 6, 2002: SCREENSFlesh & BloodThe Drafthouse thinks you could do with a little more UdoBY MARC SAVLOV Udo Kier will present Flesh for Frankenstein and Blood for Dracula (above) at the Alamo D...
Posted by Marc on Tue, 03 Jul 2007 12:05:00 PST

"Blood For Dracula" trailer (Udo Kier!)

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Posted by Marc on Tue, 03 Jul 2007 11:58:00 PST

Last Night at The Alamo

RIP Alamo Drafthouse...A Closing Credit for The Alamo at 409 ColoradoBy Marc SavlovIt was the million-to-one shot that turned out to be a trifecta. It was the nexus of regional and then national cinem...
Posted by Marc on Tue, 03 Jul 2007 11:47:00 PST

"Hello, I'm Peter Jackson..." Last Night @ The Alamo

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Posted by Marc on Tue, 03 Jul 2007 11:27:00 PST

"This is Jack Burton in the Porkchop Express..."

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Posted by Marc on Tue, 03 Jul 2007 11:23:00 PST

"These are the armies of the night..."

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Posted by Marc on Tue, 03 Jul 2007 11:22:00 PST

Japanese "Wings of Desire" trailer

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Posted by Marc on Tue, 03 Jul 2007 11:21:00 PST

Smoke 'em If You Got 'em...

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Posted by Marc on Tue, 03 Jul 2007 11:19:00 PST