Charles Bramesco

Happy pubday to me, my handsome son COLORS OF FILM: THE STORY OF CINEMA IN 50 PALETTES is out in the US today. Writing it transformed how I watch and think about movies, and I hope reading it can do the same. On sale here (quarto.com/books/97807112…) or wherever fine books are sold!

One step closer to giving me what I actually want, which is Pinhead as a playable character in Soul Calibur II for the Nintendo GameCube

Note to publications doing things like this: it makes you look cheap and chintzy, lazy and hasty, desperate and struggling. A successful enterprise has no need to do things like this; we need to reinforce these optics

Basmati leaves all other rices in its dust, but this isn’t the time for that conversation, the culture is just too volatile right now

Hundred-hour supercut of actresses naming their obligatory Gena Rowlands pick in the Letterboxd Top 4 videos

Desperately trying to find a scan of the MAD Magazine parody of the Lynndie England photos so I can give context to the Dubya years

Brooklyn seems to be getting Buldak ramen fever out of its system—my bodega has switched back to stocking the individual packs of Top Ramen (and for a fraction of its Korean equivalent’s price!)

“I didn’t deserve to be tret the way I’ve been tret,” says this Love Islander, to my great astonishment and horror

Killers of the Flower Moon

The title of this film has shaken loose the Proustian memory of this beverage I used to take for free back when I worked at Qdoba; I've learned that the company has pivoted to just doing teas now... remembrance of things past

Tonight we watched SPLENDOR IN THE GRASS, which I guess was kind of like the Euphoria of its day

Me pulling @maddiewhittle basically