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Coco At The Movies: Cool Hand Luke

coco_chanel2 Posted By: Coco Buchanan

Though I’ve seen parts of it before, I can’t believe I had never seen Cool Hand Luke in its entirety. It was an extra special treat that I, on my first time viewing it all the way through, got to see it at a screening at BAM. Directed by Stuart Rosenberg, this was an adapted screenplay from a 1965 novel by a former Floridian inmate, Donn Pearce. Essentially, it’s a story of this guy, Luke (played by the super, super hot-at-the-time Paul Newman), who gets thrown in jail for chopping off the tops of parking meters while intoxicated. Though the Christ-y-ness/martyr bullshit is super heavy-handed and unnecessary, I thought it was a really great film and story overall.

coolhandluke1The strongest part of the movie is Newman himself. I can’t think of another actor from that time period who could pull off the subtlety and likability that this character requires. Not even archetypical anti-hero standby Hollywood leading men like Steve McQueen or Warren Beatty could’ve pulled it off. McQueen wouldn’t have been likable or handsome enough, and Beatty would’ve been too handsome and totally unbelievable in the role. Paul Newman has an incredibly varied sex appeal that I’ve really never noticed before until now. He’s at once tough, manly, emotive, cute, smart-alleck-y, smoldering, intelligent and subtle….even with those gorgeous, gorgeous eyes that one would have to be blind to miss. Dude, even Hunter declared him to be a “babe” as we were walking back to the train after the movie!
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Posted By: Coco Buchanan

I met Kathleen Hanna last night at a Gender Studies panel at the New School!  AHHHHHHH!!!!!!  If I told my college self about this, I think my head would have exploded.  We actually had a conversation about music and writing.  She signed my Yes Means Yes book!  She was incredibly nice, approachable, and inspiring.

I have way more to say abotu this, but, for now, here’s Jem and Deceptacon!

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French Connection

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So it should be obvious to all of you that I didn’t really have my head in the game, so to speak, last week at all. Things were busy at work for the first time in a while, and I’ve had a lot going on personal-life wise. The result is that  I have posted video after video and cop out post after cop out post for the last several days.   And this one is no exception!!!

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Interview with Erica, Dances With Sneakers/Boogie Woogie Bugle Girl

Posted By: Coco Buchanan

Erica is a friend of me & Stella’s. She bakes cookies like nobody’s business at all hours of the day, is always down for impromptu karaoke or dance parties (in sneakers, even), and has possibly the most oft-mispronounced last name ever, even though it’s quite simple, and you’d think people wouldn’t stray too far from what it actually is. But, no. Also, she’s is often wracked with Catholic guilt about things that have nothing to do directly with Catholicism, necessarily (interviewees, Just Like Us!). It can make for good work ethic, but caaa-razaaay rage sessions with yours truly. RAGEPOD AGAINST THE MACHINE!

permCB: Where you from & where do you stay at?

ES: I’m from the suburbs of Buffalo–Hamburg, to be exact. These days I stay in Park Slope.

CB: Who is your Daddy, and what does he do?

ES: Pop-pop/Big John/the Great White Hunter: a man recovering from decades with permed hair, too many kids, and no fewer than three jobs at any given time. These days he’s “retired” which means he works one job, and is building a house in the middle of nowhere that’s exactly what he’s always wanted.

CB:What is your problem?

ES: I find these kind of questions intimidating, even though (or, “therefore”) I’m kind of brassy and obnoxious.

CB: What sound or noise do you love?

ES: Children. Even if they’re screaming for hours I’d rather hear that than any adult I’ve met thus far.

CB: Oysters or Peanuts at happy hour?

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Crazy Aunt Helen: In the Slammer!

3218913147_5992a8b38cDear Aunt Helen,

Everytime I turn my car it makes this sputtering rak-rak-rak-ing sound. What the fuck?

Stumped in Stumptown

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Coco At The Movies: Top 5s Edition

Posted By: Coco Buchanan

I have been completely obsessed with this new Top 5 facebook application that lets you create various themed media lists.  It’s kind of a similar satisfaction I get out of fooling around with or imdb, in that stream-of-consciousness movie brainstorming sort of way.

Here are two lists I’ve created so far:

Top 5 Racist Movies I Can Think of Right Now

1. Gone With The Wind.  Clearly, for it’s horrifying nostalgia for slavery and portrayal of African Americans.  Which is really a pity, because Scarlett O’Hara, aside from being a racist , entitled asshole, is kind of a badass.

2. Breakfast At Tiffany’s.  If you’ve seen this movie, I don’t even think I need to explain.  For those of you that haven’t, all I have to say is that Mickey Rooney plays Holly Golightly’s “Japanese” landlord

mickey-rooney-batUm, yeaaahhhh.

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Norm Mc Donald’s Film Career Died For Someone’s Sins, But Not Mine

Posted By: Coco Buchanan

Once again, my hero, the AV Club’s Nathan Rabin has written a fine, fine article.  In this edition of  My Tear Of Flops, Rabin reviews Dirty Work, and has thus singlehandedly convinced me as to the genius of Norm McDonald.  I always thought he was mildly amusing, but the shmuck-itude he’s exuded has always turned me more off than on.

However, Rabin’s brilliant insights into the nuances of McDonald mad eme think of him in a whoel new way:

MacDonald took Chase’s air of Zen comic detachment to wonderful new extremes. MacDonald embodied a sublime aloofness that made him a little dangerous. At the same time, MacDonald won fans and enemies by regularly acknowledging facts that pretty much everyone in pop culture knew but mostly tiptoed around: that Michael Jackson was a pedophile, and O.J. Simpson a brutal double murderer. As ‘Weekend Update’ anchor, MacDonald was a riveting combination of schoolyard smartass and angry-white-man truth-teller….He was also a whiz at impressions. He did a definitive Burt Reynolds and a Bob Dole that usurped even Robert Smigel’s impersonation as the gold standard.

Since then, McDonald’s career has essentially, gone down the toilet (plus, I think there have been rumors of gambling and drinking problems).  So, I think he really surprised everyone at the Comedy Central Roast of Bob Saget, when he did some kind of genius meta-comedy.

Fucking NUTS, right?  Anyway, since this roast and Rabin’s article, my opinion of McDonald has done a 180.   

Semi-unrelated and just in case I haven’t drooled over Rabin enough, the following paragraphs are an AMAZING encapsulation of movies in the late 90s, though he’s specifically setting the mood for how Dirty Work was marketed:

But for a brief, shining moment at the tail end of the Clinton era, greatness seemed within MacDonald’s boozy grasp. Does anything take you back to the halcyon days of 1998 quite like a movie prominently using “Semi-Charmed Life” in its first 10 minutes? For those who don’t remember ’98, every film that year was legally required to use the ubiquitous Third Eye Blind hit, even Holocaust dramas and documentaries. Especially Holocaust dramas and documentaries.

Like they say about the Age of Aquarius, if you remember ’98, man, then you weren’t there! ’Cause if you were there, you would have abused so many psychotropic drugs that they would have completely destroyed a lot of your cognitive functions, especially regarding memory retention.

Dirty Work scores a trifecta by using “Semi-Charmed Life,” Better Than Ezra’s “Good,” and Chumbawamba’s “Tubthumping” in its first 15 minutes. Had it thrown in The Verve Pipe’s “The Freshman,” the cheap nostalgia receptors in my brain would have exploded from overwork.

Um, I heart Nathan Rabin.  Period.  Also, I’m pretty sure he looks exactly like John Stamos 😉

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