This essay originally appeared in my The Philosophy of Film Noir volume. The Postman Always Rings Twice (1946) was adapted from a novel by the hard-boiled writer, James M. Cain. The movie is interspersed with voice-over narration by the protagonist, Frank Chambers (John Garfield), indicating that he is recalling events in the past. Frank … Continue reading Nietzsche and the Meaning and Definition of Noir
"Write with blood, and you will experience that blood is spirit." --Nietzsche. This is my entry for a blog hop (sounds like a drunk frog) called “Why I Write.” It was Drew Chial who tagged me in his excellent entry, so you can blame him. Origins I do two kinds of writing: academic (philosophical essays, … Continue reading WHY I WRITE
I was just interviewed by Brian Turnof for his radio show The Mind's Eye on www.ztalkradio.com. It's the 20th anniversary of the release of Pulp Fiction (if you can believe it), and, given my work on Tarantino, Brian wanted to hear my thoughts on the film and its legacy. It was a fun interview, and I … Continue reading Symbolism, Meaning, and Nihilism in Quentin Tarantino’s Pulp Fiction
By popular demand on Twitter I started posting again Shakespeare quotations with a small addition: the word "bitches" at the end. (At least somebody besides me finds this funny...) Below are some of the recent offerings. Enjoy! Bitches! "Screw your courage to the sticking place, bitches." “Our little life is rounded with a sleep, bitches." … Continue reading Shakespeare, Bitches!
I went on a mission a while back to try to expose just how banal inspirational quotes are. My most successful effort was to add “and shit” to the end of traditional quotations. E.g., “Religion is the opiate of the masses, and shit.” (Marx) In no way did this motivate people to stop and think … Continue reading Inspirational Quotes and Shit Volume III
KING RALPHIE AND THE TURK I. Ralphie rode in the back of Pete’s Chevy Impala, while Pete steered, and Quentin sat in the front seat next to him. They drove up and down the streets of South Philly, slow, keeping an eye on things. The sun sat on the horizon, below the row homes, casting … Continue reading THE KING OF SOUTH PHILLY PART V