Just Your Everyday Monster
Now Playing: Brendan Benson--"Cold Hands, Warm Heart"
Wednesday afternoon and evening were exquisite. The river looks so much different by the evening light. I ran into Emily again (right as she was leaving a message on my cellphone--the message is consequently hilarious) and we'll probably be doing something this weekend (Outrageous Cherry is playing the Blind Pig and I'd like to check them out; same with the Great Lakes Myth Society at the ghastly "Taste of Ann Arbor" nonsense that'll occupy downtown Sunday afternoon).

Everyone should see Larry Cohen's Q (1982), about an ancient winged Aztec serpent terrorizing New York. Regardless of how you feel about the subject matter, you should stay for Michael Moriarty's tour de misere performance as a loser piano player, David Carradine's detective uttering today's post title, and best of all, for the concluding battle between the monster and the NYPD (and for the brief exchange of views between Carradine and pro beet-faced, plow-nosed Irish cop guy Fred Scollay, who seems to be in all of Cohen's movies I've seen thus far). The latter, perhaps, will have you shaking your head, as I did, and telling the TV screen "un...believable." Really.