Preserving a judicious silence interrupted by occasional ill-timed bleating on my behalf, part two is super-delicious and crunchy.
Hello and welcome to one of our more epic episodes, which just happens to be lucky number 13.
Someone Still Loves You Boris Yeltsin is an interesting band for at least two reasons.
Like Balzac or Lars von Trier, Werner Herzog is the final authority on the world around him, even when it’s a self-created one.
The President’s Analyst has aged slightly better than The Manchurian Candidate.
Your contacts aren’t fogged over, faithful listeners, this is in fact Part Two of Episode 12!
Back like disco, but twice as corrupt, Vadim and myself return for another week of discourse.
Indie 500, The Return: Squeeze, These New Puritans, Elbow, Tapes ‘N Tapes, Consequence, Atlas Sound, & Why?
Hello. My name is Vadim, and I’ve been a derelict blogger.
Sure, we’re as surprised as you that we’re still doing this, but without this podcast we’d go hungry.
In the film, love triumphs over geography, the laws of coincidence, even a near Titanic-level disaster.
The Edge of Heaven is like an unruly kid who draws penises all over your walls in permanent marker.
I’m happy to say that Lichman and Rizov are back with the arrogant debauchery and drinking that you’ve come to despise and love.
If any movie aspires to capture What It All Meant, you can’t get much more assertive than Medium Cool.
We’ve all been a bit busy preparing for the oncoming juggernaut that is Tribeca.
Well, this week we address the letting go of Nathan Lee and some of our favorite—ok, the Zodiac one—articles he’s penned.
This week’s episode is a tad bittersweet, as we get onto the topic of independent cinema and how it is being covered less and less in mainstream publications.
Until a week ago, I hated Willie Nelson.
Well, The Wire is over and Omar will never get another pack of Newports—wait, spoilers?
Fleshed out with excellent archival footage, Sputnik Mania organizes itself on a timeline with Sputnik as the center point.
As soon as I can, I’m going to stop using “indie” as a modifier ever again.