Meg Buscemi

Another Meg and Jeph's Late Reviews entry. Three album reviews. And they're not even that late. Sure, most magazine's review things when they come out, or shortly before. But two of these albums came out in the last two weeks. That's not bad for this column. The "Whatcha Say" single and EP both came out a while ago, but it's new to these guys.

You wouldn't know, because they've only done their review once in this magazine, but usually Meg and Jeph review albums. This time is different though, because they went to Seattle in August, and they liked it so much that they went back again this month. Eventually, they got around to writing a review of their trips. So now it's here in this edition of Meg and Jeph's Late Reviews.

Enjoy!

We used to write this exact same column for another publication. We were then fired from that publication for... well, we don’t actually know why we were fired, but we do know that we stopped receiving albums to review, and then all communications with that mysterious, unnamed publication ceased. But we still love that publication and wish them the best! And we also hope they don’t sue us, because this column wasn’t really our idea in the first place....

At seventy years old, Francis Ford Coppola could really be doing anything. If he was at all comparable to any of the seventy year old men we know, he would be spending the rest of his days mall-walking, drinking a lot of refillable McDonalds coffee, and carrying a surplus of mixed seeds to feed the squirrels....

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If I’ve said it once, I’ve said it a million times: if there is one thing missing in the tired genre of modern failed marriage dramas, it has got to be the serious lack of scorned lovers having intimate affairs with trees. In his latest film, Nymph, Thai director, Pen-ek Ratanaruang skilfully illustrates his understanding of this dilemma in contemporary filmmaking and delivers with a very strange portrait of a relationship gone wrong. Opening with a long and mysterious single-shot take, Ratanaruang subtly introduces the audience to a supernatural element residing in a forest. Nothing weird about that. However, as the film progresses, the director’s treatment of a couple struggling to keep their relationship afloat seemed to, at times, come across as more of a comedy than was intended. Not that there is anything inherently funny about leaving your cheating wife for an extremely sensual tree that occasionally takes human shape. Love comes in many forms. A friend of mine told me that it was a cultural thing and that I probably couldn’t understand it. I guess he is right.

Like most films that boast hospital-inducing gross-out scenes, it goes without saying that Lars von Trier’s Antichrist is not the easiest film in the world to watch....

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