Continuing the European film kick, I’m planning to go see Elevator to the Gallows this weekend or Monday, depending on how tired I am and when. It’s french New Wave noir. Score by Miles Davis!

(I actually went to see The Conformist a second time, but I was so tired that it was a struggle to stay awake and I didn’t enjoy it at all.)

Saintos wonders when The Conformist might come to where he lives.

It may already be available in it’s dubbed version on VHS somewhere near him. It was also apparently released on LaserDisc (rememeber those?).

People are still begging for a DVD release.

Yesterday’s Metro section of the Times had the great punning headline “A Burgermeister No More” about the changing diet of our burgomaster, Mayor Bloomberg (especially so when you consider the Dutch origins of the word and the city).

Amazon.com: Music: Music from Searching for the Wrong-Eyed Jesus [SOUNDTRACK]:

“And all the while, a strange southern Jesus looms in the background. ”

No….it’s a statue of the Sacred Heart. There’s nothing particularly southern and very little strange about it.

This movie is so obviously made by Europeans. Such strange “southern things” as coal-mining (ever been to Pennsylvania?), dive bars, and old cars. Lots of plainly American stuff is passed off as “southern”. Lots of Baptist churches appear in the film, but only exteriors and drive-bys. All the interiors, discussion, and services are of Pentecostal/charismatic churches. Presumably because of their exoticism.

In the movie they say the south is the only place you can get off the interstate and drive a couple of miles and it’s like going back a hundred years. They should check out some of the small towns in NH, ME, etc.

Man, there’s so much wrong with this movie.

Ramesh Ponnuru on The Corner:

…my own top two picks are Michael McConnell (although I’d want him for chief) and John Roberts. I know, they’re white men, but they have some virtues. If there are too many white men on the Court, maybe we ask John Paul Stevens to retire?

I went to see… Me and You and Everyone You Know at the IFC Center theater. It was interesting, amusing, and somewhat juvenile. I wouldn’t bother if I were you. The theater itself, however, is awesome. (With the exception of the popcorn, they serve what is described as organic popcorn. The only difference seems to be that the kernels are not as big and fluffy.)