angeline teay | empire of the son

 

@angelineteay

'that thirst for homicide which habitual bicycling so commonly produces' | new york times

 

new york times, 1894

aug 8 | the feast of the holy crossing

 

end cards

Citizen Kane / Joker

shirley jackson | response to a disappointed reader

 

gary nay | vancouver paintings

sunday services

the beach store

border town

beach grove store

morning motel

my night at the nat

real real gone

reflections

on the drive

it's just lunch

all paintings by gary nay

available at his website 

ishiuchi miyako : postwar shadows

 

isabella rosner | quaker names

 

ron reed | canada day in steveston

All the mixed feelings.

So Canadian. Mostly Chinese families, waving Canada flags and dressed in Canada T-shirts and Canada hats. South Asians in their teens and twenties with their dates. A few white folk, sprinkled in for contrast. A Japanese woman, gorgeous in a black kimono.

Food trucks and tents from everywhere. Baba's House Polish sausages and pyrogies. Another truck with Greek and Mexican food. The Namaste Indian food truck, Persian saffron ice cream from Cazba Restaurant, pancake breakfast for Ukrainian relief, southern barbecue, grilled cheese. Salmon from British Columbia. And Japadogs and Teriaki Boys. A world's worth of food arrayed in the Japanese Cultural Centre parking lot. 

The kimono woman conjured for me the memory of Steveston's fishermen, and their families who worked the cannery, rounded up after Pearl Harbor and interred far inland, far from the sea, far from the homes they could never return to. A friend once wrote a poem about the graduating class photos that lined the halls of his alma mater, Steveston High. Year after year, so many Japanese faces. Until the class of 1942. 

Canada Day. I've always been wary of patriotism, which makes me as Canadian as a Canadian can be. All the more so in recent years, and much more since May 2021, thinking of the people who lived here before we showed up and shoved them aside, and worse. I was sad not to see any of those folks there in Steveston on Canada Day, Musqueam or Tsawwassen or Kwantlen people. Maybe they were there, I didn't see everybody. But maybe not. There would be more than enough reasons for that.  

There was "a police presence," very Canadian cops strolling the streets, smiling, nodding to the people. I didn't see any guns. The Sikh officer with the beard, some other guys, a few policewomen, standing around in the shade of a tree having what I guess was a cop coffee break? Double doubles all round? Like the Boston Red Sox infield converging on the pitcher's mound in the bottom of the eighth clinging to a one-run lead with two Blue Jays on base, but much more relaxed. (Don't talk about the ballgame.)

A block down Moncton Street, kids gathered around a fancy cop car, a couple officers showing off all the gadgets. A few blocks north of beautiful downtown Steveston, one solitary guy patrolled the residential streets, writing enough parking tickets to offset most of the extra police department expenses for the day.  

My daughter's American friend asked asked if Canada Day celebrates the day we defeated the British. I thought that was charming. As Katie said, "a very American question." In more than one way. I responded that, no, it celebrates the day we defeated the Americans! (Red Sox - Blue Jays notwithstanding.)

But I was only joshing. That wouldn't be July 1, it would be August 16. Or August 24, though we really don't get to claim that one. Or October 13. All things considered, 1812 was a bad year for south-of-the-border dudes who picked fights with Canadians. But we've mostly gotten along since then. (We won't talk about the Women's Hockey...) (Which, by the way, was called "ice hockey" on a little quiz I saw today, a test to determine How Canadian You Are. Demonstrating that the quiz was cobbled together by a Yank. ICE hockey? There's not a Canadian alive who calls it ICE hockey. That's like saying "water swimming." Jeez.)  

(And also by the way, I must note that the test rated me as only 75% Canadian, because I scored only 18 out of 24 - an honest and self-deprecating admission which identifies me unequivocally as 100% Canadian, regardless of whether I've had a double double or been up the CN Tower. And the CN Tower, I must point out, is in TORONTO, which every Canadian in the rest of the country knows is NOT in fact a part of Canada. So the test was totally bogus.)

Apart from Aaron Wong's Elvis tribute, all the musicians I happened to hear today who weren't in the Steveston High School band were as white as I am, and at least as old. Probably singing their folk songs and playing their jazz in Vancouver parks and on Kitsilano coffee house stages half a century ago, long hair and bellbottoms, when they were the revolution. Now they just look like Old White Folks. Just like me. What we used to call "The Establishment." One fellow dated himself by mentioning Bobby Gimby's Centennial ditty, "Ca-na-da..." but it didn't sound like anybody in the crowd besides me had any idea what he was talking about. "Now we are twenty million..." Or the three white guys in the quiet little garden by the Steveston Museum - hey, the fiddler couldn't have been much more than thirty, a kid! - who played Irish tunes on Uillean pipes and the bodhran, and sang the tragedy of the Irish people, centuries of genocide and enforced famine and exile, and I thought, we really don't treat each other very well.  

But everybody was treating each other just fine today in Steveston. There was plenty of food to go around, which helps, and nobody was at war with anybody, not here, not right now, anyhow. Bygones were, apparently, bygones. So Canadian.

Tonight, fireworks bursting in the night air. Which won't remind most Canadians of bombs, or rockets' red glare, won't be mistaken for gunfire. Unless they immigrated from Ukraine in the past year or so, or from a major American city almost any time, or served in the Canadian forces to "keep the peace" overseas somewhere, sometime. 

All the mixed feelings.

sharon singleton | the dock-sitters

To sit on a dock which has 
walked out on stiff legs
twelve to fifteen feet away
from the weedy shore,
one board after another
reaching outward, drawing 
your gaze across the unblinking 
eye of the lake whose color 

deepens further out, to sit 

on this dock which seems 

to want to hold you, even 

rock you a little, to dangle 

your feet, whiter in the green 

cool water, to gaze down 

into that silent world where 

minnows eddy around 

your toes, where sand 

has agreed to be shaped 

by ripples of water, 

where reeds and water lilies 

witness to you as that 

which endures. To look out 

on that lake, as birds dip low, 

as quiet men in boats peer 

into the depths, cast 

their lines searching for 

what is shadowy, elusive;

to lie back on gray, splintery 

sun-warmed boards 

in the silence of light—

is to allow that tight band 

constricting your breath 

to loosen, is to quench 

your dire thirst for

the present. To sit

on such a dock is one 

of the forgotten beatitudes—

blessed are the dock-sitters, 

for they shall soon feel 

shriven, their humor restored 

and their pant legs 

cool and damp.

 

Sharron Singleton 

sixfold

 

 

photo | noel wong | onward

 kyoto, japan

robert pirosh | cover letter

Dear Sir:

I like words. I like fat buttery words, such as ooze, turpitude, glutinous, toady. I like solemn, angular, creaky words, such as straitlaced, cantankerous, pecunious, valedictory. I like spurious, black-is-white words, such as mortician, liquidate, tonsorial, demi-monde. I like suave "v" words, such as Svengali, svelte, bravura, verve. I like crunchy, brittle, crackly words, such as splinter, grapple, jostle, crusty. I like sullen, crabbed, scowling words, such as skulk, glower, scabby, churl. I like Oh-Heavens, my-gracious, land's-sake words, such as tricksy, tucker, genteel, horrid. I like elegant, flowery words, such as estivate, peregrinate, elysium, halcyon. I like wormy, squirmy, mealy words, such as crawl, blubber, squeal, drip. I like sniggly, chuckling words, such as cowlick, gurgle, bubble and burp.

I like the word screenwriter better than copywriter, so I decided to quit my job in a New York advertising agency and try my luck in Hollywood, but before taking the plunge I went to Europe for a year of study, contemplation and horsing around.

I have just returned and I still like words. May I have a few with you?

A New York copywriter by the name of Robert Pirosh quit his well-paid job and headed for Hollywood in 1934, determined to begin the career of his dreams as a screenwriter. When he arrived, he gathered the names and addresses of as many directors, producers and studio executives as he could find and sent them what is surely one of the greatest, most effective cover letters ever to be written; a letter which secured him three interviews, one of which led to his job as a junior writer at MGM. Fifteen years later, Pirosh won an Oscar for best original screenplay for his work on the war film BATTLEGROUND. A few months after that, he also won a Golden Globe.

neil postman | baby talk, a vaudeville act, and culture-death

When a population becomes distracted by trivia, when cultural life is redefined as a perpetual round of entertainments, when serious public conversation becomes a form of baby-talk, when, in short, a people become an audience, and their public business a vaudeville act, then a nation finds itself at risk; culture-death is a clear possibility. 

Neil Postman, Amusing Ourselves to Death

photo | rick colhoun | east van vw

 

premier league promotion for luton town fc

 

Luton Town Football Club has just been promoted to the English Premier League.  

 

Luton is a bit north of London, a near neighbour of Leighton Buzzard to the west and Stevenage to the east.  Stevenage, of course, being the home of our beloved back garden radio DJ, Deke Duncan.  BBC Archive, 1974

 

Their 10,000 seat stadium, Kenilworth Road, has been the club's home since 1905.  (Liverpool's  Anfield holds 54,000; Man United's Old Trafford, 74,000). On three sides, brick row housing butts up against Kenilworth's outer walls. Fans enter through a narrow underground passage; away teams reach the park via a corrugated metal walkway, above neighbours' back gardens.  

 

"Like it or not, Kenilworth Road is real life, proper old school football, and it should be embraced or scorned upon at your peril," according to club boss Gary Sweet.   

 

BBC, May 28, 2023

saunders lewis | to the good thief

You did not see Him on the mount of the Transfiguration

Or the night He walked the sea;

You never saw corpses colour when bier and grave

Felt the force of His cry.

It was in the hour of His flaying and His filth you saw Him,

Under whip, under thorns,

And nailed, a sack of bones, outside the city,

On a stick, like a scarecrow. 

You did not hear the parables shaped like a Parthenon of language,

Or His tone in talking of His Father,

Neither did you hear the secrets of the upper room,

Or the prayer before Cedron and betrayal. 

It was in the revel of a crowd of sadists carousing on sorrow,

And their shriek, howl, curse, and shout,

You heard the profound lament of the broken heart of their prey,

'Why have You forsaken me?' 

You, crucified on the right; on the left, your brother;

Writhing like toads that were skinned,

Flea-ridden pilferers tossed as retainers to deride Him,

Courtiers for a mock king in agony. 

Oh master of courtesy and manners, who enlightened for you

Your part in the savage charade?

“Lord, when you enter your kingdom, remember me,'

The kingdom conquered by dying. 

Rex Judaeorum; you were the first to see the mocking

Blasphemy as a living oracle,

You were first to believe in the Latin, Hebrew, and Greek,

That a cross was God's throne. 

Oh thief who stole Paradise from the nails of a stake,

Leader of heaven's nobility,

Pray that it may be given us too, before the hour of our death,

To see Him and know Him.”

translated from the Welsh by Joseph Clancy

painting: detail from Andrea Mantegna's 'Crucifixion' (c. 1457)

mary karr | the voice of god

               Ninety percent of what’s wrong with you

                  could be cured with a hot bath,

               says God from the bowels of the subway.

                  But we want magic, to win

               the lottery we never bought a ticket for.

                  (Tenderly, the monks chant, embrace

               the suffering.) The voice of God does not pander,

                  offers no five year plan, no long-term

               solution, nary an edict. It is small & fond & local.

                  Don’t look for your initials in the geese

               honking overhead or to see thru the glass even

                  darkly. It says the most obvious crap—

               put down that gun, you need a sandwich

paul jones | sullivan wasted time with beatles

 

steve keene

 

Sydney Morning Herald

the institute of useless activity

The new official name for my study.  How do I get a proper plaque made?  

stolen

photo | roy salmond | water beads on a patio tarp

 

no filter / no black & white

rube waddell

This is Rube Waddell, an American baseball player from the early 1900s.

In the middle of a game, Waddell would disappear to chase fire trucks. He was easily distracted, so opposing fans would bring puppies to the game which would have Waddell running over to play with them.

American sportswriter and baseball historian Lee Allen wrote that in 1903, Waddell was "sleeping in a firehouse at Camden, New Jersey, and ended it tending bar in a saloon in Wheeling, West Virginia. In between those events, he won 22 games for the Philadelphia Athletics, toured the nation in a melodrama called The Stain of Guilt, courted, married, and became separated from May Wynne Skinner of Lynn, Massachusetts, saved a woman from drowning, accidentally shot a friend through the hand, and was bitten by a lion."

It should be noted that Waddell was incapable of memorizing his lines for his part in The Stain of Guilt, so he was allowed to improvise his lines in every show. The play went on to critical acclaim.

In 1905, Waddell shared a room with baseball catcher Ossee Schreckengost who refused to continue sharing the room unless there was a clause in Waddell’s contract that forbade him from eating crackers in bed. It should be noted that it was common for players to share the same bed in hotel rooms while on the road. That same year, he missed the World Series after injuring his shoulder while trying to destroy a straw hat.

He did however, went on to win a Triple Crown in pitching. If the Cy Young award had existed during this time, Waddell would have won it over Cy Young himself.

Waddell never used the locker rooms and would come to the stadium in street clothes and strip down naked and change into his uniform for everyone to see. He then would proceed to grab drinks and hot dogs from spectators and down them before getting to the pitcher’s mound. He was so confident that he would occasionally tell his outfielders to vacate their positions and then proceed to strike out his opponents one by one. He would then cartwheel or somersault back to the dugout.

He died of tuberculosis at the age of 37 on April Fool’s Day, 1914.

History Cool Kids

cormac mccarthy | i live in a windmill

 

What about you?

I live in a windmill. I light candles for the dead and I'm trying to learn how to pray.

What do you pray for?

I don't pray for anything, I just pray.

I thought you were an atheist.

No. I don't have any religion.

And you live in a windmill.

Yes.

from The Passenger, by Cormac McCarthy

daniel woodrell | the ways of life

"The ways of life are glum and grim and nasty and I guess you want to turn crybaby about that, but what's on my mind is, Whoever misled you things were otherwise, hon? What sugar factory spun you out with such candy-assed notions? For cryin' out loud, there's other staples I'll break to you right now, too: the sun gives life but you'd be an ash flake if you got close to it, you got to swallow water to live but sometimes it kills you, Uncle Sam don't truly count you as no relation, and God has gone blank on your name and face."

from Tomato Red

by Daniel Woodrell 

author of Winter's Bone

jan 5 | toni the carpenter

Just before Christmas, Tofino's beloved Shelter restaurant was destroyed by fire. Located just down the block from where my daughter's family lives, it has really shaken the two little girls to see a familiar landmark gone. They were at a Christmas party there only a few days before the fire; the owners of the restaurant are well known to everyone in the town. Thea's husband, Lalo, is a builder, so six-year-old Rosa thinks their family should build them a new restaurant, and if they hurry they can get it done before leaving for Disneyland at spring break. Toni is practising her carpentry skills.

found poems in progress | assembled from the pages of the new yorker, 2022

1. 

 

At one time, my father didn't want any Americans.
You want people who have a certain level of consciousness.

Not interested in watches and cars, but seeking

something that helps them.

This is where the lovers and shakers of entertainment and leisure reside.

 

He autographed an assortment of personal items

(orange juice cartons, sneakers, and a photograph of the Burj Khalifa)

and posed for photos.

He describes himself as a "gloomy" little boy,

"not the least bit amusing,"

who suffered from hemmorhagic nosebleeds:

"everyone felt sorry for me and left me in peace;

they thought my time on earth would be brief.

My father and mother never spoke to me at all."

 

When Dad poisoned his tea with five heaping spoonfuls of sugar, my teen-age daughter, Addison, warned him that his teeth would fall out and that he’d get diabetes—one of her periodic public-service announcements denouncing meat, cigarettes, hypocrisy, and other toxins. "It rots your molars like a plate of fried dough." He just scowled at her. He didn’t fret about getting diabetes because he had leukemia, and he didn’t fret about having leukemia because he was determined to be a stoic, and he didn’t fret about failing to be a stoic because he didn’t always remember that that’s what he was supposed to be.

He was, in fact, a run-of-the-mill ventriloquist in a cowboy hat.

Trying to reach him always felt like ice fishing.

Think of the warm relationships that many people already enjoy with their Roombas.

He was hungry, and I was dispirited.

My own life, a relic in itself:

a debut role in a Surrealist play

that featured a giant red radish front center stage. 

 

He mentioned it to the foreman of a construction crew across the street,

and learned that one of the workers had been struck in the head by a fish from the sky.

In one swamp a man had brought a ladder, placed it against a tree, and climbed up to look into a heron nest. The heron stabbed him in the eye as he came level with the nest, and the man, his eye and brain pierced, fell dead from the ladder.

 

 

2. 

 

In a gallery, fifty-two pairs of sneakers and a

see-through Rimowa suitcase

filled with neon water guns.

It was at Rome, on the 15th of October 1764.

That afternoon was the thirty-ninth annual 

Butter and Egg Days Parade;

the air smelled of lavender and barbecued meat.

As I sat musing amidst the ruins of the Capitol, 

while the barefooted friars were singing vespers in the Temple of Jupiter, 

the idea first started to my mind: 

If Jesus is one of God’s helpers, 

and Santa is one of God’s helpers, 

and we killed Jesus, 

why didn’t we kill Santa?

 

 

3. 

 

Being a Chilean poet is like being a Peruvian chef 

or a Brazilian soccer player 

or a Venezuelan model. 

It's extremely impressive to me,

and my heart is the size of a raisin.

 

 

4. 

 

From the whoopie-cushion antics of Elon Musk

to the Panglossian implacability of Mark Zuckerberg, 

they're hoping to build animals out of bitcoin and code, 

anti-virus software. 

It exposed Brutal Kangaroo and AngerQuake.

It even exposed McNugget.

This got seven likes -- from, among others, 

a Taylor Swift fan account, 

a small labor startup, 

and an anime enthusiast who went by Jesus Christ -- 

and zero retweets.

Welcome to the desert of the virtual.

 

Meanwhile, back in Brattleboro, a homespun and better-beloved hope for humanity 

made out of chicken wire and birch bark and burlap 

rolls along, through pine-dark woods,

that insufferable, smug, sanctimonious, naïve, guilt-ridden, wet, pink orthodoxy of that sunset home of third-rate minds of that third-rate decade, the Sixties.

 

 

5.

 

If you sneeze or ruffle papers,

you will DEAFEN THOUSANDS.

Sounds are poofy, slimy, or naturale; 

they might need to be slappier, or raspier, or nebby (nebulous). 

They are hingey, ticky, boxy, zippy, or clacky; 

they are tonal, tasty, punchy, splattery, smacky, spanky. 

POPPERS + FARTERS,

SQUEAKERS + MOO-ERS,

SNAPPERS, CLACKERS, and MAGICAL BELLS.

There were SHOVEL SHINGERS 

and TUBULAR (PLASTIC) THONKS.

There was a box labelled HOOVES,

   which did not contain any actual hooves,

and a box labelled UNDENIABLY MUSICAL INSTRUMENTS,

   which contained musical instruments.

 

 

6.

 

Does it undermine the gravitas of the moment to know that Gibbon was obese, stood about four feet eight inches tall, and had ginger hair that he wore curled on the side of his head and tied at the back—that he was, in Virginia Woolf’s words, “enormously top-heavy, precariously balanced upon little feet upon which he spun round with astonishing alacrity”? Does it matter that Gibbon’s contemporaries called him Monsieur Pomme de Terre, that James Boswell described him as “an ugly, affected, disgusting fellow,” and that he suffered from, in addition to gout, a distended scrotum caused by a painful swelling in his left testicle, which had to be regularly drained of fluid, sometimes as much as three or four quarts? (Why is dressinggown, like scrotumtightening, a single retracting word,  as if English were steadying itself to transform into German?) And does it matter that when, late in life, he made a formal proposal of marriage, the woman he addressed burst out laughing, then had to summon two servants to help him get off his knees and back on his feet?

 

He walks into the meeting and doesn't acknowledge the rest of us. There's no eye contact and little or no interaction. The moment I start to ask him a question, his head twitches. You can tell he doesn't want to be there.

It’s like he’s contemplating his life’s decisions.

"If I did every single thing that people asked, we would have a lot of raccoons and sloths.”

 

Hits have included “cheeseburger lamp,” “emotional baggage” (suitcases with sad faces), and “attractive dinosaur in a tuxedo, looking at himself in a mirror and seeing his reflection."

a doughnut made of porcupine quills

a plate of various alien fruits from another planet, photograph

the rest of Mona Lisa, mostly just one big cliff

octopus riding the subway

octopus doctor performing brain surgery, 65mm lens Kodachrome

a very sad parakeet in a ball gown in the style of John Singer Sargent

cartoon t-rex ‘african grey parrot’ monster, photograph 70mm

 

Ice-T’s face appears to be melting; the babies look like zombies

polymer-clay dragons eating pizza on a boat

 

 

7.

 

Triumph -- rare, lucky, dull, and brief --

is an artifact of editing:

failure, failure, failure, failure,

a moment of jubilation,

and the story ends.

a year at the movies... in half an hour

In case you can't identify one or two of the movies, here's a rundown of everything in "a year at the movies... in half an hour" - twelve months, thirty minutes. A different film clip for every day of the year.

There are links to some of my other montages over here.  

And watch for the first six-hour instalment of my 12-hour (and maybe eventually 24-hour) round-the-clock montage of movie clips, an hour per month, January through December from noon to midnight. The first six hours will premiere in September 2023 at the Richmond Cultural Centre, as part of Richmond Arts & Culture Days (exact dates to be announced).  

But for now, here are the credits for the thirty-minute mashup...

Jan	1		The Hudsucker Proxy
Jan	2		Che 1: The Argentine
Jan	3		On The Road
Jan	4		The Motorcycle Diaries
Jan	5		Dr. No
Jan	6		Spotlight
Jan	7		Dragnet (1987)
Jan	8		(500) Days Of Summer
Jan	9		Notorious
Jan	10		The Bourne Ultimatum
Jan	11		Contagion
Jan	12		Pee-Wee's Big Adventure
Jan	13		Walk The Line
Jan	14		The Wrong Man
Jan	15		Les Choristes
Jan	16		Night of January 16th
Jan	17		Au Revoir Les Enfants
Jan	18		Escape From Alcatraz
Jan	19		To Live and Die in LA
Jan	20		Aguirre: The Wrath of God
Jan	21		The Black Dahlia
Jan	22		The Shootist
Jan	23		Rocket Squad
Jan	24		Love & Mercy
Jan	25		Dragnet (1966)
Jan	26		L.A. Confidential
Jan	27		Somebody Up There Likes Me
Jan	28		The Adventures of Tintin
Jan	29		Starkweather
Jan	30		X-Men: Days of Future Past
Jan	31		La Bamba
Feb	1		Charlie and The Chocolate Factory
Feb	2		Groundhog Day
Feb	3		Legends of the Fall
Feb	4		Superstar: The Karen Carpenter Story
Feb	5		The Andromeda Strain
Feb	6		United
Feb	7		Hibernatus
Feb	8		I Wanna Hold Your Hand
Feb	9		The Prestige
Feb	10		Blue Crush
Feb	11		The Song of Bernadette
Feb	12		The Wrong Trousers
Feb	13		Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind
Feb	14		Some Like It Hot
Feb	15		Vanya on 42nd Street
Feb	16		Letters From Iwo Jima
Feb	17		To End All Wars
Feb	18		Inside Llewyn Davis
Feb	19		The Matrix
Feb	20		Eyes Without a Face
Feb	21		Malcolm X
Feb	22		Sophie Scholl: The Final Days
Feb	23		Flags of Our Fathers
Feb	24		Twin Peaks
Feb	25		Sylvia
Feb	26		Junebug
Feb	27		The Count of Monte Cristo
Feb	28		One Night in the Tropics
Feb	29		The Computer Wore Tennis Shoes
Mar	1		Wild Bill
Mar	2		Camelot
Mar	3		Top Gun
Mar	4		The Battle of Algiers
Mar	5		Lady Bird
Mar	6		The Lincoln Lawyer
Mar	7		Bird
Mar	8		Wolf
Mar	9		Mary, Queen of Scots
Mar	10		The Lives Of Others
Mar	11		Quiz Show
Mar	12		Attack of the Crab Monsters
Mar	13		Dumbo
Mar	14		Topsy-Turvy
Mar	15		Julius Caesar
Mar	16		Grave of the Fireflies
Mar	17		Sky Captain and the World of Tomorrow
Mar	18		Boondock Saints
Mar	19		Green Zone
Mar	20		Dogville
Mar	21		The Man Who Knew Too Much
Mar	22		Surf's Up
Mar	23		Frost/Nixon
Mar	24		The Breakfast Club
Mar	25		Amazing Grace
Mar	26		Planet of the Apes
Mar	27		Alpha Dog
Mar	28		The Bourne Supremacy
Mar	29		Chocolat
Mar	30		The Good Shepherd
Mar	31		Casanova '70
Apr	1		The Conversation
Apr	2		Saving Mr Banks
Apr	3		The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford
Apr	4		Kramer vs Kramer
Apr	5		The Miracle Worker
Apr	6		Good Night, and Good Luck
Apr	7		The Devil and Daniel Webster
Apr	8		Super 8
Apr	9		The Manchurian Candidate
Apr	10		The Hiding Place
Apr	11		The Elephant Man
Apr	12		Molokai: La Isla Maldita
Apr	13		Apollo 13
Apr	14		Titanic
Apr	15		Interstellar
Apr	16		One Froggy Evening
Apr	17		A Man For All Seasons (1988)
Apr	18		The Trip To Bountiful
Apr	19		Ed Wood
Apr	20		Downfall
Apr	21		The Fog
Apr	22		The Private Life of Sherlock Holmes
Apr	23		The Incredibles
Apr	24		Two of Us
Apr	25		Miss Congeniality
Apr	26		American Hustle
Apr	27		Across the Universe
Apr	28		Mutiny on the Bounty (1962)
Apr	29		127 Hours
Apr	30		The Killing Fields
May	1		Chungking Express
May	2		Zero Dark Thirty
May	3		The Horror of Dracula
May	4		Juno
May	5		Marilyn Hotchkiss' Ballroom Dancing & Charm School
May	6		Wall Street
May	7		Copying Beethoven
May	8		Iron Man 3
May	9		Mars Attacks
May	10		Taxi Driver
May	11		Dunkirk (1956)
May	12		The Secret Life of Walter Mitty
May	13		The Dreamers
May	14		Capricorn One
May	15		Horton Hears a Who
May	16		Hitchcock
May	17		Kill The Irishman
May	18		Seven Days In May
May	19		Unbroken
May	20		My Fair Lady
May	21		Kagemusha
May	22		Rise of the Planet of the Apes
May	23		Heaven
May	24		The Aviator
May	25		Captain America
May	26		Despicable Me
May	27		Dream Lover
May	28		And Now For Something Completely Different
May	29		Dazed and Confused
May	30		Shakespeare In Love
May	31		Suicide Club
Jun	1		All The President's Men
Jun	2		The Pride of the Yankees
Jun	3		Superbad
Jun	4		Shaun the Sheep
Jun	5		Ferris Bueller's Day Off
Jun	6		The Longest Day
Jun	7		Bruce Almighty
Jun	8		Andre
Jun	9		Brighton Rock (1947)
Jun	10		Blade Runner 2046
Jun	11		Goodfellas
Jun	12		War and Peace
Jun	13		Friday the 13th
Jun	14		The Natural
Jun	15		Raging Bull
Jun	16		Forrest Gump
Jun	17		Atonement
Jun	18		The Notorious Bettie Page
Jun	19		The Time Machine
Jun	20		Farewell, My Lovely
Jun	21		Mississippi Burning
Jun	22		The World's End
Jun	23		Andrei Rublev
Jun	24		Rainman
Jun	25		The Year of Living Dangerously
Jun	26		My Life As A Dog
Jun	27		Eight Men Out
Jun	28		Somewhere in Time
Jun	29		Field Of Dreams
Jun	30		Knocked Up
Jul	1		Parasite
Jul	2		Independence Day
Jul	3		Jaws
Jul	4		Zodiac
Jul	5		Gone Girl
Jul	6		Nowhere Boy
Jul	7		Inherit The Wind
Jul	8		The Silence of the Lambs
Jul	9		The Diary of Anne Frank
Jul	10		Patton
Jul	11		Chariots of Fire
Jul	12		The Girl Who Leapt Through Time
Jul	13		Gangs of New York
Jul	14		Claire's Knee
Jul	15		One Day
Jul	16		Double Indemnity
Jul	17		Waking Ned Devine
Jul	18		True Grit
Jul	19		Babe: Pig in the City
Jul	20		High Fidelity
Jul	21		O Brother Where Art Thou
Jul	22		Braveheart
Jul	23		Secrets & Lies
Jul	24		Harry Potter & The Philosopher's Stone
Jul	25		I'm Not There
Jul	26		Evita
Jul	27		High Noon
Jul	28		Good Morning, Vietnam
Jul	29		The Godfather
Jul	30		The Irishman
Jul	31		Son of Sam
Aug	1		Do The Right Thing
Aug	2		Mission of the Shark
Aug	3		Demolition Man
Aug	4		Casino Royale
Aug	5		The Spy Who Loved Me
Aug	6		The Blues Brothers
Aug	7		The Walk
Aug	8		Once Upon A Time in Hollywood
Aug	9		The Third Miracle
Aug	10		FUBAR
Aug	11		Mama Mia
Aug	12		When Worlds Collide
Aug	13		Julie and Julia
Aug	14		New York, New York
Aug	15		Taking Woodstock
Aug	16		This Is Spinal Tap
Aug	17		Howl
Aug	18		Into The Wild
Aug	19		It's A Wonderful Life
Aug	20		Green For Danger
Aug	21		The Bourne Identity
Aug	22		Dog Day Afternoon
Aug	23		The Curious Case of Benjamin Button
Aug	24		The Last Days of Pompeii (1959)
Aug	25		The Day of the Jackal
Aug	26		American Sniper
Aug	27		The Town
Aug	28		Medium Cool
Aug	29		Terminator 2: Judgment Day
Aug	30		Amelie
Aug	31		George Washinton
Aug	32		Un 32 aout sur terre
Sep	1		Gone With The Wind
Sep	2		Moonrise Kingdom
Sep	3		The Queen
Sep	4		Moneyball
Sep	5		The Straight Story
Sep	6		The Last Man On Earth (1964)
Sep	7		Labor Day
Sep	8		The Star Maker
Sep	9		I Am Legend
Sep	10		Breach
Sep	11		The Big Lebowski
Sep	12		Cry Freedom
Sep	13		Ringu
Sep	14		Smoke
Sep	15		A Streetcar Named Desire
Sep	16		Snow Falling on Cedars
Sep	17		"42"
Sep	18		The Simpsons Movie
Sep	19		Amistad
Sep	20		Changeling
Sep	21		Around The World in Eighty Days
Sep	22		Che 2: Guerilla
Sep	23		Wah Wah
Sep	24		Brokeback Mountain
Sep	25		The First Day of the Rest of Your Life
Sep	26		The Killers
Sep	27		Superman Returns
Sep	28		Godfather III
Sep	29		Chinatown
Sep	30		61*
Sep	31		Auntie Mame
Oct	1		Willie Wonka & The Chocolate Factory
Oct	2		Donnie Darko
Oct	3		Mean Girls
Oct	4		Black Hawk Down
Oct	5		My Left Foot
Oct	6		Midnight Express
Oct	7		Days of Heaven
Oct	8		Sergeant York
Oct	9		Apocalypse Now
Oct	10		The Shape of Water
Oct	11		Pawn Sacrifice
Oct	12		The Life Aquatic
Oct	13		The Knowing
Oct	14		The Right Stuff
Oct	15		Thirteen Days
Oct	16		Frequency
Oct	17		The New World
Oct	18		The Prisoner of Shark Island
Oct	19		The Grand Budapest Hotel
Oct	20		Slumdog Millionaire
Oct	21		Back To The Future 2
Oct	22		X-Men: First Class
Oct	23		Rushmore
Oct	24		The Fellowship of the Ring
Oct	25		Henry V (Olivier)
Oct	26		Back To The Future
Oct	27		Wyatt Earp
Oct	28		The Perfect Storm
Oct	29		Seabiscuit
Oct	30		Simon Birch
Oct	31		The Shining
Nov	1		Rosemary's Baby
Nov	2		At Midnight I'll Take Your Soul
Nov	3		The Thing From Another World
Nov	4		Argo
Nov	5		V For Vendetta
Nov	6		Rat Pack
Nov	7		Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid
Nov	8		Teen Wolf
Nov	9		Good Bye Lenin!
Nov	10		Recount
Nov	11		Me and Orson Welles
Nov	12		The Last Picture Show
Nov	13		Back To The Future 3
Nov	14		In Cold Blood
Nov	15		Capote
Nov	16		Infamous
Nov	17		The Army of Crime
Nov	18		Milk
Nov	19		Bernie
Nov	20		Napoleon Dynamite
Nov	21		Michael Collins
Nov	22		Nixon
Nov	23		The Ice Storm
Nov	24		Executive Action
Nov	25		Ready Player One
Nov	26		Magnolia
Nov	27		Rocky
Nov	28		American Gangster
Nov	29		Raising Arizona
Nov	30		Cinderella Man
Nov	31		Mame
Dec	1		Take The Money and Run
Dec	2		Casablanca
Dec	3		Pleasantville
Dec	4		Agatha
Dec	5		Vanilla Sky
Dec	6		From Here To Eternity
Dec	7		Amadeus
Dec	8		Chapter 27
Dec	9		20,000 Leagues Under the Sea
Dec	10		The Lost World (1960)
Dec	11		Psycho
Dec	12		Twelve Monkeys
Dec	13		1941
Dec	14		47 Ronin (1994)
Dec	15		Babette's Feast
Dec	16		The Proposition
Dec	17		Greystoke: The Legend of Tarzan
Dec	18		Shadowlands (Hopkins)
Dec	19		The Karate Kid (1984)
Dec	20		American Psycho
Dec	21		Christmas Vacation
Dec	22		Scrooged
Dec	23		The Bounty
Dec	24		Ben-Hur (1925)
Dec	25		Conquest Of Space
Dec	26		My Night At Maud's
Dec	27		Cast Away
Dec	28		Silver Linings Playbook
Dec	29		The Diving Bell and the Butterfly
Dec	30		Doctor Who
Dec	31		The Apartment