Wednesday, January 17, 2007

Viva Voce

Yikes... who would have known - absent this video, that is - that NasTim would sound so much like an only slightly butcher Truman Capote? Well, like TC in a Che Guevara T-shirt and sun-goggles, I suppose. So much for his prole street-cred - he has the careful, crystal Midwestern enunciation of a male Joan Crawford impersonator, the sibilant esses of the kind of sensitive child that David Sedaris writes about. As for Nancy Sinatra as a framing device; well, that doesn't go far to dispell the fey impression...

Thursday, January 11, 2007

Ch-ch-ch-changes

Why would a failed writer pretend to be a filmmaker living in France?

Yup - NasTim's back at it. Still hating the Internets, still can't keep away. Now he's running a film collective of some sort putatively headquartered in the City of Light.* He appears to have dumped his old Greek friends, and now he's taking credit for a number of indie/punk videos on YouTube, but other than that, much seems the same as usual. Of the stuff that's up that he himself may actually have done, what I mostly take away is just how much he likes the "old timey" filter on whatever software he's using; it seems like he can't get enough of that scratchy/jerky effect that's meant to call to mind the era of Griffith and Murnau. In NasTim's hands, however, the impression is far more Ed Wood.

So: Banished Films is dead; long live Cinematheque Films. At the risk of repeating myself (and secure in the knowledge of the subject's repeated declarations that he never reads blogs) ... yawn...

*The poor man's obsession with not being in Hendersonville, North Carolina, combined with his awkward Gallophilia, somehow always calls to my mind, of all people, Lorelei Lee, with her plaintive cry "Is this the way to France, Europe?" It doesn't help that he so transparently depends on Babelfish for his, let's be charitable, rough and ready French texts...