Word: pulp
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...VIBE: Funny and frank (John Travolta is too "old and overweight" for a Pulp Fiction prequel), this director's diary is a hoax. But it's so clever even his publicist approves. RATING...
...life that is left in those whose lives are accelerating towards being no more. Avery is a physician; his prints depict his patients, sufferers of AIDS. Here each moment seems to be of an expanded worth, as is the moment that his stark woodcut portrait squelched into the paper-pulp he chose as medium and soaked up the blackness of intention. As in “I won’t be no beast of burden” (Avery, woodcut 1999), in the instantaneity of the print is suspended an infinite expression of stillness, sympathy and strength...
...Brattle begins its Film Noir 101 program with arguably the first and the best film noir. Legendary director John Huston (Key Largo, The Treasure of the Sierra Madre) debuts with his own adaptation of Dashiell Hammett’s 1929 classic pulp fiction novel of the same name. Hard-boiled San Francisco detective, Sam Spade (Bogart), goes head to head in search for the elusive statuette against the femme fatale (Astor), the “fat man” (Greenstreet), and his fair-weather partner (Lorre). It was nominated for three Academy Awards (Best Picture, Best Supporting Actor and Best...
...says she isn't. Who knows the truth? But in the end, suggest the book, does it matter? Even the illustrations by Ted Naifeh, using an unusual palette of black, gray and bronze, strike a harmonic discord between the gay fetishising of beautiful bodies and costumes with the straight pulp illustration of people shooting up and fooling around. Defying the conventions of "positive" gay literature for something much less correct and therefore more interesting, "How Loathsome" echoes the drug-influenced, hallucinatory work of William S. Burroughs. Both Burroughs and Crane and Naifeh give readers of any sexual variety the excitement...
...young woman in a long white dress screams into the phone: "What am I doing?" As paramedics soon learn, her engineer boyfriend has been sedated, then injected with a lethal dose of heroin. "Massage his heart!" they instruct the hysterical woman. It could be a scene from Pulp Fiction - but the life-giving jab of Narcan never comes. "When they saw that it was too long since he had taken a breath," the author writes, "when they saw that he was gone - they gave up the attempt and stood back...