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...concept and execution, Chop Suey is a marvelous paradox. It is an “autobiographical documentary” about the world of high fashion, of glitzy entertainment, of celebrity—essentially of people who create and inhabit sublime artificial realities. Bright colors, strange costumes and set pieces command its filmic landscape. Fabulous and freakish personalities float past the lens. We lucky spectators get nice heaping eyefuls of homoerotic icons, fashion designers, super athletes, bright shining Stars, surfer dudes, tragically hip youth, quadriplegic artists. Everything is ready for its close-up; everything is so chock full of life...
...first full-length documentary since 1988’s Let’s Get Lost, Chop Suey is an extended scrapbook session of his life and career, rendered in striking color. On a personal tour through his extensive back catalogue, he takes his camera into smoky jazz clubs and under water, ring-side at boxing matches and bed-side in nurseries. He turns a train trestle into an oversized jungle gym for Adonis Males. He shows us elephants romping in the surf, and strapping lads trotting jauntily alongside as Golden Retrievers, groomed to white-blond perfection...
Whether one agrees with System’s political views, it’s certain that a great many are listening to what the band have to say. Their sophomore opus, Toxicity, has spawned the band’s first true hit, “Chop Suey.” The track’s music video has gained surprising attention on MTV as frequent play on mainstream radio. But while the success of other metal acts has been tainted with inner-industry cries of “sell-out” and a subsequent loss of respect...
...lunch and dinner, I live in the midst of an apple juice revival. Also, my food choices also place me squarely in the kindergarten camp. Chicken fingers on the menu? Super-duper. And I could never cope in a world without peanut butter and jelly sandwiches on those chop-suey days...
...lunch and dinner, I live in the midst of an apple juice revival. Also, my food choices also place me squarely in the kindergarten camp. Chicken fingers on the menu? Super-duper. And I could never cope in a world without peanut butter and jelly sandwiches on those chop-suey days...