Doc
I don't watch a whole fucking lot of documentary films.
My reasons are mostly fucking stupid, so I won't go into them.
But let me fucking say this:
Martin Fucking Scorsese
Is one of the most underated fucking documentary filmmakers alive.
We can start with "The Last Fucking Waltz,"
And mention "Italian Americans"
And then there's the fucking George Harrison one
And the Bob Dylan fucking one
And, although I haven't seen it,
He made one about Fran Fucking Lebowitz, for fuck's sake.
I mean, come on, right?
So, okay, last month,
I found out he just did one
About my favorite fucking magazine
(Or paper, or journal, or whatever you fucking want to call it):
The New York Fucking Review of Fucking Books
This fucking film is called
"The 50 Year Argument"
And I fucking watched it last fucking night
And I fucking loved it
I fucking loved it
It's got fucking James Baldwin in it
And Susan Fucking Sontag
And fucking Joan Fucking Didion
And fucking Gore Vidal
And the father of one of my daughter's friends:
Hugh Fucking Eakin!
(My kid and one of Hugh's kids, and one of Louis C.K.'s kids
Were all in the same fucking K-1 class a few fucking years ago,
But I didn't find out that Hugh worked for
The Fucking Review until like a fucking year later,
At which point I said to him, "Fuck, Hugh, if I had known this
A fucking year ago, I would have been stalking you
Instead of Louie." Just fucking saying. Anyway...)
So, this fucking movie
Has so many great fucking things about it,
Like how the writers at The Fucking Review
Were practically the only ones who got it fucking right
When Judith Piece of Shit Miller helped lead us
Straight into fucking Iraq by spreading
Cheney's bullshit in the Times.
And how the fucking Review was born
Out of the '63 newspaper strike
And the fucking essay
That Elizabeth Fucking Hardwick wrote
Tearing The New York Times Book Review
A new asshole.
I could go on and on about this fucking movie
But this is probably already really fucking boring to you
Which, if it is, you shouldn't fucking watch this fucking film.
But, come on, Jesus fucking fuck:
Marty made a movie about a bunch of fucking writers
And their editor, Robert Fucking Silvers,
Who care passionately about fucking ideas.
Who the fuck does that?
I fucking love him
I fucking love The Fucking Review
And I fucking loved this motherfucking film.
10/1/2014
I don't watch a whole fucking lot of documentary films.
My reasons are mostly fucking stupid, so I won't go into them.
But let me fucking say this:
Martin Fucking Scorsese
Is one of the most underated fucking documentary filmmakers alive.
We can start with "The Last Fucking Waltz,"
And mention "Italian Americans"
And then there's the fucking George Harrison one
And the Bob Dylan fucking one
And, although I haven't seen it,
He made one about Fran Fucking Lebowitz, for fuck's sake.
I mean, come on, right?
So, okay, last month,
I found out he just did one
About my favorite fucking magazine
(Or paper, or journal, or whatever you fucking want to call it):
The New York Fucking Review of Fucking Books
This fucking film is called
"The 50 Year Argument"
And I fucking watched it last fucking night
And I fucking loved it
I fucking loved it
It's got fucking James Baldwin in it
And Susan Fucking Sontag
And fucking Joan Fucking Didion
And fucking Gore Vidal
And the father of one of my daughter's friends:
Hugh Fucking Eakin!
(My kid and one of Hugh's kids, and one of Louis C.K.'s kids
Were all in the same fucking K-1 class a few fucking years ago,
But I didn't find out that Hugh worked for
The Fucking Review until like a fucking year later,
At which point I said to him, "Fuck, Hugh, if I had known this
A fucking year ago, I would have been stalking you
Instead of Louie." Just fucking saying. Anyway...)
So, this fucking movie
Has so many great fucking things about it,
Like how the writers at The Fucking Review
Were practically the only ones who got it fucking right
When Judith Piece of Shit Miller helped lead us
Straight into fucking Iraq by spreading
Cheney's bullshit in the Times.
And how the fucking Review was born
Out of the '63 newspaper strike
And the fucking essay
That Elizabeth Fucking Hardwick wrote
Tearing The New York Times Book Review
A new asshole.
I could go on and on about this fucking movie
But this is probably already really fucking boring to you
Which, if it is, you shouldn't fucking watch this fucking film.
But, come on, Jesus fucking fuck:
Marty made a movie about a bunch of fucking writers
And their editor, Robert Fucking Silvers,
Who care passionately about fucking ideas.
Who the fuck does that?
I fucking love him
I fucking love The Fucking Review
And I fucking loved this motherfucking film.
10/1/2014
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