Steven Soderbergh's Extension 765 shoppe (my arcane spelling not his) has added new shirts refencing Douglas Sirk's Written on the Wind and Don Siegel's magnificent Charley Varrick. The latter may include my favorite Walter Matthau line delivery in cinema history, when he says "... box the compass". To me and six others on the Internet, this is headline news. If I hadn't just incurred a pile of credit card debt starting my start up, I would've already ordered them. My birthday is tomorrow, you would think that I would know how to ask people for stupid things I don't need.
Soderbergh has also posted an update on his booze venture, his seen/red list for 2013 and an article about how Chinatown is as good or better than we think that it is, at once (and succinctly) assailing a culture of disease that has cropped up:
Let me just say I’m sick of people digging up obscure masterpieces designed to make me feel like a philistine, or, worse, arguing that an acknowledged masterpiece isn’t in fact a masterpiece at all, but the beneficiary of some collective cultural hypnosis. I’m going in the opposite direction: I’m going to call attention to a classic that, in my opinion, is as good--or even better--than we all think it is: Chinatown.
Read on for more, including footnotes that, by the estimation of my eyeballs, are as long as the "body text".
Stay "#&%!"-ed up, my friends.
