The Beatles: Eight Days a Week – The Touring Years documentary review: yeah yeah yeah
There’s not a lot new here, but the vintage footage is fab, as is the much-needed reminder that the supposedly innocent past was hardly innocent at all.
Elvis Costello
Doctor Who thing: angels wanna wear the Doctor’s red shoes
The Tenth Doctor and his Converse mashed up with Elvis Costello’s “The Angels Wanna Wear My Red Shoes”…
question of the day: Famous creative types pushing back against corporate greed: hot new trend or momentary pissing into the wind?
Jesse Eisenberg sues a DVD distributor for misleadingly suggesting he’s the star of a film. Elvis Costello tells his fans not to buy a ridiculously overpriced box set. Are these two instances just a coincidence? Or might something bigger be afoot?
Cellular (review)
That’s the kind of flick *Cellular* is: goofily obvious when it isn’t unexpectedly exciting. It’s one of those movies that succeeds partly by not being anywhere near as bad as you were expecting it to be — by being, really, not so bad at all, much to one’s shocked surprise. Seriously, I was anticipating two hours of that annoyingly pseudo-hip Elvis Costello-ish guy from the TV commercials who wanders around saying ‘Can you hear me now?’ into his cell phone — and why o why won’t someone kidnap *him*? — and instead the goofily obvious stuff is more than made up for by the suspense and the humor.
