I am the father of a beautiful little girl. She is two years old. She drives me crazy sometimes, but then she smiles and says, “I love you!” and it’s impossible for your heart not to melt. Little children are precious, wonderful things, and so it is confounding when nearly every day the news brings a story of a child abused or abandoned or killed. It is terrible and it is horrifying and it is easy to lose hope in such an apparently cruel world.
I must admit to some bafflement about how one can be unknowingly made the victim of a pickpocket. Wallets make a fair bulge in one’s pocket (especially when you take into account today’s ultra-hip skinny jeans) and should my wallet suddenly disappear, the sudden difference would be immediately noticeable. Of course, I have never been the target of a pickpocket; maybe somebody who has can enlighten me.
Let me tell you something: you people are some lucky ducks. Tonight brings the last opportunity to see the last opportunity to see one of the best films of 2011 on a big screen before its DVD release next month.
Louisville loves our local legends: Hunter S. Thompson is celebrated with the annual Gonzofest, Muhammed Ali has a whole museum dedicated to him, and the city seems to collectively wet their pants in excitement at any mention of My Morning Jacket. Last year’s Academy Awards gave us a new local hero via a Best Actress nomination for Louisvillian Jennifer Lawrence.
You know who Lance Henrikson is. You may not recognize the name, but if you have watched movies or TV at any point in the last forty years, you have seen him. You may have seen him in small roles in films like “Network,” “Dog Day Afternoon,” and “Close Encounters of the Third Kind.” You may have seen him play larger roles in several early James Cameron films: “Piranha 2,” for instance, or “Terminator,” in which he played Detective Hal Vukovich.
Everybody knows the story of “Faust,” written by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe. Even those who have (inexplicably) never heard of “Faust” will recognize the basis of the story, in which a man sells his soul to the devil for personal gain.
John Carpenter is without a doubt one of the most prolific names in the horror film genre. He got his start as a low-budget filmmaker with a vision, and eventually came to help redefine an entire genre with the iconic slasher flick “Halloween” (although, to be fair, he borrowed liberally from Bob Clark’s earlier “Black Christmas,” which actually pioneered the killer’s-eye-view technique that Carpenter gets all the credit for).
Patrons of certain local businesses last weekend may have witnessed something unusual: several bright lights covered by umbrellas, an imposing video camera on an industrial tripod, a man holding a microphone on a pole, and several people seemingly milling around before all turning to watch two men walk around and converse with each other.