Archive for April, 2008

guest blogger: Bert Stabler

Bert Stabler is a Chicago art critic, and my sometime collaborator. He kindly offered to let me post this essay he wrote on the Chicago gallery scene. A Thousand Tempestuous Teacups by Bert Stabler Clare Britt and Dov Scher’s Fraction Workspace is gone as of the close of 2007, as is Britton Bertrand’s 40000 and […]

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Kindly Remove Your Science From My Sex

I’ve got a review of Mary Roach’s new book Bonk about the science of sex in the Chicago Reader this week.

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Hollow, or Just Stupid?

More nattering about the new Comics Journal — one of the long reviews in the issue is a piece by Tim Kreiner about Alan Moore’s Black Dossier. Kreiner’s overall point seems pretty dead on — the book is self-indulgent in a really boring way. A lot of his smaller points seem kind of off base, […]

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No Future

I’m poking my way through the new Comics Journal. It’s the first time in a while I haven’t had anything in an issue, so I feel somehow more free to comment on what is included. Not sure why, but there it is. Anyway, I recently finished Alan David Doane’s impassioned plea for better comics stores, […]

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Talking Zombies

In the new Comics Journal, Michael Dean has an essay about the Marvel Zombies in which he says: “Kirkman’s stroke of genius was to let his zombies talk, thus violating a rule that had been observed by virtually all of the many, many zombie incarnations that had come before. (The zombies in Dan O’Bannon’s Return […]

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Women in Cages and Terminal Island

Of the women-in-prison films I’ve seen, I think Women in Cages is, at least on the surface, the least feminist. The main characters are all motivated and manipulated pretty much throughout by men, and the sisterhood which comes at the climax of most of these movies is here thoroughly undercut by paranoia and backstabbing. The […]

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Mondo Keyhole

Well, I finally found a bad Jack Hill movie. Mondo Keyhole, codirected with John Lamb in 1966, is dreadful enough that I barely managed to sit through the whole thing. It’s about an exec at a porn company who, in his spare time, rapes lots of women in slow motion. Occasionally he refuses to have […]

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