Monday, May 28, 2007

TLASILA > Denver, CO > Rhinoceropolis > 29 Apr 07 > Vidcaps

We pulled into Denver after a day-log slog through Kansas. Saw more foul, anti-choice, Jesus-ass billboards in that state's numbing western plains than any of us had ever previously encountered, and two of us live in the Bible Swath. Very fucking depressing, and twice as tinged with melancholy for your scribe - we traveled the route I followed when I saw my son off to Iraq last September. I felt physically ill as we passed the exits for Ft. Riley...

Once we'd entered the Rhinoceropolis, however, our spirits lifted immeasurably. It wasn't a particularly well-attended gig, but the folks who showed - and the performers who graced the space in generous support - were exactly the sorts of people we'd hoped to meet. Smart, chic, sexy pervs, one and all.

A great time...

Vidcaps extracted from the footage taken by local volunteer Tom. Mil gracias, kind sir.

We've posted a video clip from the Rhinoceropolis show at our MySpace page. Check it out if you're so inclined...

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(TS, pierced yet again by the mind-spike...)



(Ben conjures pinks amid Rhino grays...)



(Graham warps adjacent plastics with the 360-degree controller...)



(Rat sprays his musk while the doorman directs fire...)



(Caught in the moment... This was our longest set of the tour.)



(Bathed in the Robot's blood-red light, Tom reaches for an algorithm.)



(GM and Rattus ratchet up the vortex...)




(Ben brings us in for a dead-stick landing...)

TLASILA vs. Kansas, Continued...

A video clip from the April 28 gig has been posted at MySpace. Check it out, etc.

Three Things to Love About Death Proof...

It just sucks that the Weinsteins have decried their decision to release Rodriguez and Tarantino's theatrical cut of Grindhouse.

(Yeah, it flopped in Omaha, but so what?)

Planet Terror
and Death Proof have been split up (and beefed-up) for overseas distribution, and will likely be released to DVD in the States as standalone features. Not cool at all.

I didn't mind sitting on my ass in a shitty multiplex auditorium for three-and-a-half hours, and I don't give a fuck about the improved, expanded versions. I want what we had in February - a kick-ass, $53 million homage to cinematic filth, with reels still missing and ambiguities intact.

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Three great things about Death Proof:

1) The title sequence.









Anyone who rummaged through the long-vanished video barns of the early-to-late 80s looking for gristle-and-teat-splattered triple-feature fare found hundreds of similarly retitled hayseed gems. A sly nod to fans, one most appreciated.

2) Zoë Bell.





Yikes.

3) Women, well photographed.*





Gulp...

(* As in, knowingly, respectfully. As in, Tarantino makes certain their asses look great. Of course, these puny screengrabs come from files posted to the sharenets, shot off the screen on Hi-8 or DV by some kid who supplies weed to a manager dude or security drone at a cineplex shoebox in Savannah, or Des Moines, or San Jose... Bootleg image quality thus becomes an analogue for the (re-)representation of the grindhouse experience, an aesthetic tangent frequently ignored but nonetheless unconsciously abjured by critics of the homage!)

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Related story: Cannes '07 wrap-up.

TS