The Weekly Dig

So instead of just doing Dig thingys whenever I want, I’m going to do them on a weekly basis on Sundays. That’s all the explaining I need to do isn’t it?

Music: It’s been a quiet week on the CHOOON front I’m afraid, despite picking up three new shiny compact discs. I snagged meself copies of Cat Power’s Jukebox, Vampire Weekend’s self-titled debut and Black Mountain’s supremely hairy-chinned stoner rock opus In Our Future. I’ve listened to the latter two previously (both v.good hence the monetary outlay) but I’ve yet to take in Chan Marshall’s second cover set.

Film: Again quiet I’m afraid. I recently watched the marvellous Iraq occupation doc No End In Sight which manages to rip all hope away from you and further plunge all viewers into a pit of despair about how utterly bone-headed US government officials can truly be. Good riddance in a year Bush, good riddance. Bill O’Reilly would hate it. This week is to be far busier with Atonement, A Mighty Heart, Cloverfield, Persepolis, 4 Months 3 Weeks 2 Days, Into The Wild, Rocket Science and Tell No One on the agenda with possible Michael Clayton action.

TV: From the sublime to the utterly pointlessly ridiculous. The Wire remains the greatest socio-political achievement television has ever been blessed by. Clark Johnson as Gus is great but Marlow, damn. That is one cold mofudger. The return of Lost ruled if not quite as much as other season openers have. It pointed towards better potential than ever though. Middling was Burn Notice, a USA series I started this week. Fun but odd in an indefinable way. Worst though was Eli Stone. It looks bad on paper, is worse to watch and leaves an aftertaste of bitterness that far finer shows fall by the wayside. Bloody awful.

Reading: A Quiet Belief in Angels may have the Richudy push but it is a fine novel. The prose in the half I’m through is a little busy at times but the grace by which RJ Ellory tells the story is wonderful. I’m also taking in a boatload of magazines this month as a search for a new subscription. The Atlantic and New Yorker as possibles but right now, after placing Rachel Bilson on the cover, GQ is winning.