Putty Hill, Yall. And Kittens, Too!
10 Jun
Frankly, I’m getting a little nervous about the escalation of violent tendencies in my EM!! colleagues as they stare into the bleak landscape of oil spill, Sarah Palin, Rabbi Nesenoff, Helen Thomas, what to have for dinner, etc. ad nauseum.
I’m not denying it’s bleak. I meant that little Latin phrase literally, almost. The dinner thing turned out okay, but the rest of it: no. Not Okay.
We need help. Since Lindsay Lohan wasn’t enough, and my beloved Prez Obama seems to be taking his damn time coming to the rescue, the way I see it, I have two choices.
1. Adorable baby animals.
2. The revival of independent cinema.
Because it’s that bad, I’ll give you both. Picture me spinning pistols like Clint Eastwood.
My new kitten, Moe.
My new favorite movie, PUTTY HILL. Playing Sunday at Brooklyn’s BAMcinemafest.
Take heart, people. Or at least a breather, and then get back to your hatin’ ways.
Awww, Moe is so cute!
He’s got a sister, too! Trudy. She’s the secret weapon. If things slide further, I’ll bring her out, too.