Saving the Bottle Rocket Motel: Year One

Walk down memory lane and revisit the first Lovely Soiree in 2011!

More on this year’s soiree here.

Max Fischer for Mayor?

Brett Smiley, mayorial candidate in Providence, Rhode Island, is running a Wes Anderson-inspired campaign ad. According to the National Journal:

Aligning your political brand with Wes Anderson’s is a good idea if you’re a liberal candidate running for office in a liberal area—remember, Providence is home to Brown University. The Wes Anderson schtick may well be the liberal equivalent of shooting a gun in your campaign ad.

No endorsement intended. Actually, this guy is awesome.

Alamo Drafthouse to screen “Bottle Rocket” at 2014 Lovely Soiree

Our pals the Reservoir Greeks have announced that the terrific folks at the Alamo Drafthouse will yet again screen Bottle Rocket at this year’s Lovely Soiree at the Bottle Rocket Motel.

This year’s soiree at the the Days Inn Hillsboro (307 SE I-35, Hillsboro, Texas) shall be celebrated on 26 July 2014. Do not book on days-inn.com. Call 254-582-3493.

From last year’s screening:

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Update: The fantastic tribute is the work of artist Chris Wharton. You can purchase t-shirts, prints, and more right here. For future reference, we want the iPhone case for the winter solstice.

Jason Schwartzman’s ‘Listen Up Philip’ out this October

CinemaBlend reports that Jason Schwartzman’s Listen Up Philip, which debuted at this year’s Sundance Film Festival, has been picked up for distribution by Tribeca Films for an October release.

More at CinemaBlend.

 

Imagining the Grand Budapest Hotel

Check out Barcelona artist Lorena’s work here.

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The Grand Budapest Hotel and Mitteleuropa

The terrific Danusha V. Goska sent us her review of The Grand Budapest Hotel many moons ago (March 22, to be exact). We apologize for our lateness on behalf of the Grand Budapest Hotel. Please enjoy.

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My Aunt Tetka lived most of her 101 years in Bayonne, New Jersey but she never learned to speak English well at all. Who needed The New York Times, Kennedy’s inauguration speech, or William Shakespeare? Aunt Tetka could sing all one hundred verses of Slovak folksongs.

Visiting Aunt Tetka was a trip to another world, a world she took with her when she (finally!) died. There were many curtains. The air was inside her home was as thick as soup. It smelled sweet, like Uncle Strecko’s pipe smoke, and pungent, of cabbage, onions, and ham. There were sepia photographs of grim faced men with serious mustaches and
women in embroidered babushkas, oil paintings of peasant huts and high mountains, figurines of goose girls, brass ornaments incised with pagan sun symbols and a graphic crucified Christ. Aunt Tetka consumed only pastries, sprinkled with powdered sugar, served on handmade doilies. Five minutes into Wes Anderson 2014 film “The Grand Budapest Hotel,” I was weeping. Anderson took me back to Aunt Tetka.
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