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The pierced one cuts my hair:

Via Boing^2 (via MeFi): Empire’s 50 Greatest Independent Films.

It seemed to me like there was an awful lot of blood, horror, and schlock - - but maybe those are some of the hallmarks of great indy cinema? I was surprised to see Slacker in there (well… sort of surprised) and surprised that Primer was not. (Too new, perhaps?) The little blurbs are great, too (from the Buffalo ‘66 bit):

Get it straight - Vincent Gallo doesn’t give a fuck what you think about his movie. It’s brilliant, and if you can’t see that then it’s your own tough luck. He’s so fiercely independent he uses Yes on the soundtrack. And you know what? He’s absolutely right. This film is a mini masterpiece. Using only a small but highly talented crew and cast, he bombards us with belligerent, unlikeable characters for 100-odd minutes, and manages to make the most saccharine of endings - about the power of love, of all things - appetising. A beautifully balanced debut from a precocious talent - surely what indie is all about?

You think he’ll fall for that!? He’s SMART!!

(If you’ve seen it, you know what I’m talking about…)

I’m at this cocktail party. It’s OK as far as cocktail parties go. This isn’t where I want to be but for whatever reason I’m compelled to be here and am sucking it up for the sake of that motivation. Plus there’s an open bar, which helps. Maybe I’m made most uncomfortable by the fact that this is a pretty formal affair. For the most part I’m trying not to make eye contact with anyone. I just don’t want to. But this guy won’t leave me alone. He just won’t let the lack of eye contact ruin his evening. So I look up. And it’s Mr. Burns — owner of the Springfield Nuclear Power Plant. Translated from cartoon form to flesh exactly - - right down to the nose and the liver spots. He’s looking sharp though, with just the finest tuxedo I’ve seen. He’s really excited about the coming dessert. It’s a cheesecake. A 42-pound cheesecake. Just as sweet as can be. It’s going to be so good. With a graham cracker crust. And the most delightful strawberry compote topping. Forty-two pounds of it! Mr. Burns just won’t shut up about it. And he’s annoying the shit out of me.