not bad for a dirty old man

FOR JANE: WITH ALL THE LOVE I HAD,

WHICH WAS NOT ENOUGH:-

I pick up the skirt,

I pick up the sparkling beads

in black,

this thing that moved once

around flesh,

and I call God a liar,

I say anything that moved

like that

or knew

my name

could never die

in the common verity of dying,

and I pick

up her lovely

dress,

all her loveliness gone,

and I speak

to all the gods,

Jewish gods, Christ-gods,

chips of blinking things,

idols, pills, bread,

fathoms, risks,

knowledgeable surrender,

rats in the gravy of 2 gone quite mad

without a chance,

hummingbird knowledge, hummingbird chance,

I lean upon this,

I lean on all of this

and I know:

her dress upon my arm:

but

they will not

give her back to me.

Charles Bukowski

if she tempts you with her charms

Get it! Tennis do The Zombies

the great stone face

heart-on for Buster Keaton

I wear my sunglasses at night

So The Informers is another movie about rich people behaving badly in 1980s L.A., in the fine tradition of empty '80s adaptations of the equally empty novels of Brett Easton Ellis. I actually like him, for what's it's worth, when I'm in the mood for amoral, coke-fuelled name-dropping and overprivileged kids failing to navigate the basics of human decency. (don't forget the obligatory threesomes!) The shiny surfaces of the Easton Ellis universe can be compelling, so I'm not sure why they've so often failed to translate into good films.

When you have a cast that includes Winona Ryder, Chris Isaak, a mostly naked Amber Heard and Brad Renfro (sigh) it's downright criminal that they don't do anything with them. Although, Lou Taylor Pucci shows up as some kind of physical successor to the best part of Pretty In Pink (outside of Duckie's sweet moves) - and for that we ought to be grateful.

Maybe they should have left in the vampire sublot?

didn't it just