I’ve always admired Eyes Wide Shut. People poo-poo’ed over its release, which can mean either one of two things: it deserves it or people just don’t get it. When I first saw the Masked Ball scene, I firmly decided that people just didn’t get it. They were looking for more Tom and Nicole. They got … Continue reading
Last week, Renaissance man James Franco opened his New Film Stills at Chelsea’s blue-chip Pace Gallery, which has since sent me into a Franco-inspired slow rage boil since I first heard about and had the unfortunate pleasure to see the exhibition. Continue reading
Earlier this week, Gawker’s Tom Scocca published an article entitled “On Smarm,” posing the influx of snark on blogs and other “ironic” publications as directly oppositional to egomaniacal, smug smarm. However, we at Filthy Dreams would like to counteract this smarmy claim by choosing to revel in our own chosen method of combating snark, which … Continue reading
Why hello! What’s that sound I hear? Is it your blood boiling? Oh me too, Mary, me too. Sometimes you just need a good rant to get all that fury out. Ranting and raving is one of our favorite past-times as we furiously rage-text each other about issues ranging from tattoos to academia to queer … Continue reading