Delicious Punch-Ups

I tore his throat out and fed it to him. He couldn't swallow it, though... 'cause he didn't have a throat.

Seriously, I could write these delicious punch-ups for a living. Call me, world.

Weekly Wikipedia Find: Glasgow smile

This one's just a bit of the old slang.

Joker has one in The Dark Knight. The Black Dahlia had one in real life (in death). It is the Glasgow smile. Alternatively, it is known as the Chelsea grin. It was popular, among gangs, in Glasgow and Chelsea. It's where one cuts the face of their victim, mouth to ears. It ain't pretty.

Wikipedia by Week

Week Thirty-Four: Hilbert's paradox of the Grand Hotel
Week Thirty-Three: Mono no aware
Week Thirty-Two: Royal intermarriage
Week Thirty-One: Amputee fetishism
Week Thirty: Turtles all the way down
Week Twenty-Nine: The Diogenes Club
Week Twenty-Eight: E pur si muove!
Week Twenty-Seven: Unico
Week Twenty-Six: Panopticon
Week Twenty-Five: Legendary
Week Twenty-Four: Ostern
Week Twenty-Three: Kilroy was here
Week Twenty-Two: Jack Parsons
Week Twenty-One: The Wold Newton Universe
Week Twenty: Anonymous
Week Nineteen: Monty Hall problem
Week Eighteen: Brown Booby
Week Seventeen: Dieter Dengler
Week Sixteen: New Jerusalem
Week Fifteen: Technological Singularity
Week Fourteen: Numbers Station
Week Thirteen: Culper Ring
Week Twelve: Mary Sue
Week Eleven: Byford dolphin diving bell accident
Week Ten: Deep-sea gigantism
Week Nine: Bloop
Week Eight: Rat king
Week Seven: Gustave Doré
Week Six: Tomorrow
Week Five: Borscht Belt
Week Four: Swampman
Week Three: Chinese room
Week Two: Ambrose Burnside
Week One: Lolita fashion

Needs More Goldblum: Incident at Loch Ness

Jeff Goldblum arrives to Werner Herzog's dinner party like a gay couple with Ricky Jay. He recognizes the camera man. Later, at dinner, he sits next to a statuesque beauty and relates a Carl Sagan 'ism' on belief. Jeff Goldblum as himself.

Never Sacrifice

This is from a television review, but apropos of my feelings (i.e. City>Suburbs):

It’s a question that looms among many urbanites who are either planning to start a family or have just had their first child: Do you make the move to the suburbs? Do you give up the vibrancy of city living—the restaurants, the neighborhoods, the music and culture, the progressiveness—for more space, better schools, and the sickening probability that Bennigan’s will be the best option for dinner? It’s painful to consider, but necessary, because you want to do right by your kids and that involves making some compromises.

Fuck right by my kids. My kids will grow knowing who the drug dealers and the crazy people who talk to ghosts and the homeless really are (p.s. drug dealers>crazy people who talk to ghosts>homeless... categories non-exclusive).

J.G. Ballard Death Watch

As regular readers well know, I contemplated buying J.G. Ballard's The Atrocity Exhibition back in April.

Now comes word that Ballard has written his last book: his autobiography Miracles of Life, published in this year of our Lord two thousand and eight. However, all of his work has been vaguely autobiographical. This is what makes him such a fascinating figure, for me at least. The idea that one could draw a line from Jamie Graham of the 1940s Japanese-occupied Shanghai of Empire of the Sun to the automotive paraphiliac James Ballard of the transgressive new wave sf Crash. Either that, or its all one big joke.

Miracles of Life is Ballard's last book because frankly, he is dying. Terminally. Of advanced prostate cancer.

I still hope to get my hands on Ballard's The Atrocity Exhibition. And Crash. And The Drowned World. And Empire of the Sun. And High-Rise. And anything else, and there is plenty else.

The Atrocity Exhibition famously, or infamously, includes the short story "Why I Want to Fuck Ronald Reagan." Reagan at the time of writing and publication in 1967-8 was, of course, still just Governor of California and a politician-to-watch. Here best to remember the man, a living memoriam, is an excerpt:

THE CONCEPTUAL ROLE OF REAGAN. Fragments of Reagan’s cinetized postures were used in the construction of model psychodramas in which the Reagan-figure played the role of husband, doctor, insurance salesman, marriage counselor, etc.

The failure of these roles to express any meaning reveals the nonfunctional character of Reagan. Reagan’s success therefore indicates society’s periodic need to re-conceptualize its political leaders. Reagan thus appears as a series of posture concepts, basic equations which reformulate the roles of aggression and anality. Reagan’s personality. The profound anality of the Presidential contender may be expected to dominate the United States in the coming years. By contrast the late JFK remained the prototype of the oral subject, usually conceived in pre-pubertal terms. In further studies sadistic psychopaths were given the task of devising sex fantasies involving Reagan. Results confirm the probability of Presidential figures being perceived primarily in genital terms; the face of LB Johnson is clearly genital in significant appearance--the nasal prepuce, scrotal jaw, etc. Faces were seen as either circumcised (JFK, Khrushchev) or uncircumcised (LBJ, Adenauer). In assembly-kit tests Reagan’s face was uniformly perceived as a penile erection. Patients were encouraged to devise the optimum sex-death of Ronald Reagan.

Twelve minutes to midnight.

Bonus Memoriam: A shot from the David Cronenberg's film adaptation of Crash. Here we see the vulva-like scar on the back thigh, an automobile accident-caused leg wound, of a character before the main character penetrates it sexually, liberating-ly so. These cars, this "perverse technology," this reshaping of the human body by modern technology," all brought to the forefront, the new flesh:


Bon appétit.

And I believe she loves him, too

“How’d’st rain rule here?” says I to Evelyn to show her what a big poet I am––She really loves, used to love me in the old days like a husband, for awhile there she had two husbands Cody and me, we were a perfect family till Cody finally got jealous or maybe I got jealous, it was wild for awhile I’d be coming home from work on the railroad all dirty with my lamp and just as I came in for my Joy bubblebath old Cody was rushing off on a call so Evelyn had her new husband in the second shift then when Cody come home at dawn all dirty for his Joy bubblebath, ring, the phone’s run and the crew clerk’s asked me out and I’m rushing off to work, both of us using the same old clunker car in shifts––And Evelyn always maintaining that she and I were really made for each other but her Karma was to serve Cody in this particular lifetime, which I really believe and I believe she loves him, too, but she’d say “I’ll get you, Jack, in another lifetime... And you’ll be very happy”––“What?” I’d yell to joke, “me running up the eternal halls of Karma tryina get away from you hey?”––“It’ll take you eternities to get rid of me,” she adds sadly, which makes me jealous, I want her to say I’ll never get rid of her––I wanta be chased for eternity till I catch her.

- Jack Kerouac, Big Sur

Weekly Wikipedia Find: Hilbert's paradox of the Grand Hotel

Woot! Woot! We're taking it back! Woot! Zoot! That's right, kiddies! It's throwback Wednesday-- throwing it back to paradoxes! Zing! Zam! Ziff! Paradox throwback!

This is the story of David Hilbert and his paradox, a German mathematician and a set of infinite sets, and a set of mismatched subjects.

It is the story of the Grand Hotel, a story of a Grand hotel with finite rooms, and a grand story of a hotel with infinite rooms. It illustrates what we must remember and what we must remember is that "every room is occupied" and "no more guests can be accomodated" are different concepts illustrated by different phrases and are not analogous nor equivalent.

Wikipedia by Week

Week Thirty-Three: Mono no aware
Week Thirty-Two: Royal intermarriage
Week Thirty-One: Amputee fetishism
Week Thirty: Turtles all the way down
Week Twenty-Nine: The Diogenes Club
Week Twenty-Eight: E pur si muove!
Week Twenty-Seven: Unico
Week Twenty-Six: Panopticon
Week Twenty-Five: Legendary
Week Twenty-Four: Ostern
Week Twenty-Three: Kilroy was here
Week Twenty-Two: Jack Parsons
Week Twenty-One: The Wold Newton Universe
Week Twenty: Anonymous
Week Nineteen: Monty Hall problem
Week Eighteen: Brown Booby
Week Seventeen: Dieter Dengler
Week Sixteen: New Jerusalem
Week Fifteen: Technological Singularity
Week Fourteen: Numbers Station
Week Thirteen: Culper Ring
Week Twelve: Mary Sue
Week Eleven: Byford dolphin diving bell accident
Week Ten: Deep-sea gigantism
Week Nine: Bloop
Week Eight: Rat king
Week Seven: Gustave Doré
Week Six: Tomorrow
Week Five: Borscht Belt
Week Four: Swampman
Week Three: Chinese room
Week Two: Ambrose Burnside
Week One: Lolita fashion

Moore on Watchmen

"You get people saying, 'Oh, yes, Watchmen is very cinematic,' when actually it's not. It's almost the exact opposite of cinematic.[...] Frankly, I didn't think it was filmable. I didn't design it to show off the similarities between cinema and comics, which are there, but in my opinion are fairly unremarkable. It was designed to show off the things that comics could do that cinema and literature couldn't."

- Alan Moore, writer (Watchmen, Batman: The Killing Joke, V for Vendetta, Lost Girls)

c/o The Greatest Sci-Fi Movies Never Made by David Hughes

More on Watchmen

I briefly brought up the film adaptation of Watchmen, and I thought I would add a few more thoughts now, over writing anything substantial.

Two main things that are evident from the trailer which differentiate it from the book, other than living, moving people with sound.

Oh, and I should mention that Watchmen, the comic, was itself a sly commentary on the medium of comics and the superhero comic in particular. That being the case, I have also read an unsourced internet comment claiming the director Zack Snyder mentioned the film would likewise be a commentary on the superhero movie. My points kind of support that thesis.

1) The Smashing Pumpkins' track "The End is the Beginning is the End." The big tie-in song for the atrocious Batman and Robin was the Smashing Pumpkins' "The Beginning is the End is the Beginning." The version here is an alternate version with a slower tempo (and more?) that closes that films soundtrack and might have also been over the closing credits. Thusly it implies a darker take on what was essentially camp.

2) Nipples. There be nipples on Ozymandias' molded suit armour. Just like Batman (and Robin) in, yes, Batman and Robin. This makes sense as the Batman franchise had devolved into giant toy commercials by that point and in the comic, Ozymandias was always the most commercial of heroes, having built an industry on his image and if I remember correctly (and I believe I do) selling his own Ozymandias action figures (pet lynx Bubastis toy sold separately).



Sort of related (had I not titled this point "Nipples") is the sort of modern rubber suit that Nite Owl II wears over the more traditional spandex (Batman-esque) costume he wears in the comic. This is an obvious references to the sort of costumes the movie Batmans have worn.

Hype: Most Anticipated 2008+

Having now seen The Dark Knight, what am I looking forward to next?

A brief aside on The Dark Knight first. Amazing. It was truly a film. Not a superhero movie. More than that. A crime drama. I remember hearing beforehand (mostly likely based on the opening bank heist scene that was released last December) that it would be Heat-esque. But about halfway through the film, I thought to myself for a moment, this is kind of reminding me of The Departed. This is a crime epic. An ensemble. And so many great moments. I can't wait to see it again.

A lot of big movies, and not just superhero movies, but action movies, summer blockbusters just feel like a bunch of set pieces tied together. Like they have the budget for 3 big set pieces, and the story is kind of built around that and services that. Iron Man felt a bit like that, but thankfully was able to overcome it on the strength of the acting and what the actors had to work with. The Dark Knight did not feel like that. It felt breathless. Never letting go. Constant momentum. I'm sure some enterprising soul could still break it down as a series of set pieces. But The Dark Knight did not feel like that.

That aside, what's next. Originally I was just going to bring up Che, which I hope comes out this year, but there was also a Watchmen trailer that was just released. And while I'm sure it can never live up to the comic book (ahem, graphic novel), it is looking good. Here's the direct link to the trailer in Quicktime. That shot of Mars gives me chills.

Now the Che that I'm talking about is really two movies: The Argentine and Guerilla, both directed by Steven Soderbergh and starring Benicio del Toro as the titular Ernesto Guevara. These films played as one at this year's Cannes but last I heard had no current North American distribution. Together they're supposed to account an 260-minute epic. But I've heard it described as a masterwork and am thusly excited.

All I Know I

All I know is my phone doesn't ring.

Weekly Wikipedia Find: Mono no aware

Mono no aware or 物の哀れ or the pathos of things is a literary concept from Japan. Those wacky Japs. It is critical theory, but not limited to literature as it has been adapted to Japanese culture as well. And it interests me greatly as well. For it is, it concerns itself with, the "transience of things and the bittersweet sadness of their passing."

Of course, of particular note, here, on usage... is that things refers not to objects but to abstracts. I.e. the way of all things. Times. Eras. Fin de siècle. It is all fleeting. Let us mourn.

Wikipedia by Week

Week Thirty-Two: Royal intermarriage
Week Thirty-One: Amputee fetishism
Week Thirty: Turtles all the way down
Week Twenty-Nine: The Diogenes Club
Week Twenty-Eight: E pur si muove!
Week Twenty-Seven: Unico
Week Twenty-Six: Panopticon
Week Twenty-Five: Legendary
Week Twenty-Four: Ostern
Week Twenty-Three: Kilroy was here
Week Twenty-Two: Jack Parsons
Week Twenty-One: The Wold Newton Universe
Week Twenty: Anonymous
Week Nineteen: Monty Hall problem
Week Eighteen: Brown Booby
Week Seventeen: Dieter Dengler
Week Sixteen: New Jerusalem
Week Fifteen: Technological Singularity
Week Fourteen: Numbers Station
Week Thirteen: Culper Ring
Week Twelve: Mary Sue
Week Eleven: Byford dolphin diving bell accident
Week Ten: Deep-sea gigantism
Week Nine: Bloop
Week Eight: Rat king
Week Seven: Gustave Doré
Week Six: Tomorrow
Week Five: Borscht Belt
Week Four: Swampman
Week Three: Chinese room
Week Two: Ambrose Burnside
Week One: Lolita fashion

Top Five VII: Simpsons Characters

1. Poochie
2. Mr. Burns
3. Ralph Wiggum
4. Lionel Hutz
5. Sideshow Bob

Thirty Years Hence

Wednesday, July 14, 2038. Age 51.

An Epitaph

He walked, naked, into the sea. He didn't walk out.

A Good, Clean Shave

So I shaved in the first time in would felt like ages, but was probably in fact about half a month. I just wanted to be handsome again. Now I find myself barely recognizing myself. Look at that smooth, bare face. Smack! Almost unrecognizable. And what a shave. Underestimated that effort. But also remarkably easy. And again, smooth. Probably the smoothest shave ever. If I didn't have nerve receptors that would tell me otherwise, I would have thought the razor was ripping them out of my skin rather the slicing them at the surface. Man, that's smooth.

Man in the Mirror: Opposite Day

I have an inferiority complex. I'm too short. I'm too lanky. I can't grow a beard. My voice cracks too much. My voice trails off. I'm too quiet. I'm too shy. I'm too socially awkward. I'm too emotionally detached. I'm too lazy. I'm too fat. I can't grow a beard. My eyebrows are too bushy. My hair is too thick. My nose is too bulbous. I'm too sensitive. I'm too unambitious. I lack initiative. I'm not good enough.

Needs More Goldblum: The Big Chill

Jeff Goldblum plays a tall, awkward Jew (L'chaim!). He is a journalist, a real journalist for People, whose average article length correlates to the length of time it takes to take a crap. He is supposed to be on flight to write about a blind baton twirler, but he postpones it to stay the weekend. But what he really wants to do is open a club. Fuck that shit. He's going to go back to his novel.

Back in college, when everyone was still idealistic (like the friends' plan to buy all that land) was to "go to Harlem and teach those ghetto kids." I guess this is like his girlfriend Annie who still sustains those ideals. But we never see her. Are they still together. He tries unendlessly to fuck around on her. He's after Chloe, Alex's girlfriend, before dead friend Alex (suicide) is even cold in the ground. Of course, his ethos seems to be "everyone does everything just to get laid." So it would appear he's still true to his ideals. Plus we see him unpack a shitload of condoms from his luggage.

Weekly Wikipedia Find: Royal intermarriage

I like the idea that all of the royalty of Europe is interrelated. It is a highly insular aristocracy, paranoid to such a degree for fear of that taint which is plebeian blood.

The purity of bloodlines. Such a class distinction. A limit on social rising. One can only rise so high. You Icaruses need not even apply.

Of course, when it comes to such purity, there is only a limited supply. Royal intermarriage eventually means royal interbreeding. Interbreeding of course being incest. Fuck your cousin (Not that there's anything particularly wrong with that. Certainly not against the law most places, even less so past beyond first the rest of places. I'm just saying).

Sure the occasional cousin fucking might be a-okay with your genepool. The problems start to arise with the constant cousin fucking. Thats when you get things like the Habsburg lip in your House of Habsburg. And that doesn't clean out easy. Tends to leave a stain.

Wikipedia by Week

Week Thirty-One: Amputee fetishism
Week Thirty: Turtles all the way down
Week Twenty-Nine: The Diogenes Club
Week Twenty-Eight: E pur si muove!
Week Twenty-Seven: Unico
Week Twenty-Six: Panopticon
Week Twenty-Five: Legendary
Week Twenty-Four: Ostern
Week Twenty-Three: Kilroy was here
Week Twenty-Two: Jack Parsons
Week Twenty-One: The Wold Newton Universe
Week Twenty: Anonymous
Week Nineteen: Monty Hall problem
Week Eighteen: Brown Booby
Week Seventeen: Dieter Dengler
Week Sixteen: New Jerusalem
Week Fifteen: Technological Singularity
Week Fourteen: Numbers Station
Week Thirteen: Culper Ring
Week Twelve: Mary Sue
Week Eleven: Byford dolphin diving bell accident
Week Ten: Deep-sea gigantism
Week Nine: Bloop
Week Eight: Rat king
Week Seven: Gustave Doré
Week Six: Tomorrow
Week Five: Borscht Belt
Week Four: Swampman
Week Three: Chinese room
Week Two: Ambrose Burnside
Week One: Lolita fashion

Thoroughly Post-Modern Millie

This sort of a treatise on the postmodern ethos. Although, all of it entailed, I'm not completely happy labeling it as postmodern per say. Rather I think it lies somewhere between modernism and post-postmodernism, cut-ups and intertextuality aside.

Bad artists copy. Good artists steal.

- Pablo Picasso

Of making many books there is no end; and much study is a weariness of the flesh.

- Ecclesiastes 12:12

Neko Case

Neko Case is one of those rare hot redheads that you thought existed only in fairy tales. She's an indie songstress with a strong punk do-it-yourself ethos.


Plus I love her solo stuff. I actually got into her solo stuff, the country noir-flavoured singer-songwriter racket, before I ever heard her more power pop-oriented vocals that line The New Pornographers' oeuvre.

Music Review: Challengers

I have a rather fickle nature when it comes to albums. Some albums at least. I'll listen to them. Think nothing of them. File under whatever. But then it comes again, shuffled, randomly, a few tracks sticking. I listen; I like.

I begin to take an active interest. I listen again and again. To death. And then again. I attack that album. Attack it over again, inside and out. I know that album. I know it too well. It sickens me. I can't get it off me. It's become obsessive, ubiquitous. It dies in my hands. Those tracks. Over and over again. Repeat. Rinse. Repeat. It deafens. I have to stop. I never want to see it again.

We had a torrid affair. I thought it was love. Maybe it was. Maybe it was just too fast. The lust. It overcame any other such notion. I never want to see it again.

Maybe I see it again. There is a fondness. But that love, it blossomed. Now it's just a fondness. I just see it around.

So it is.

And so it was with Challengers, The New Pornographers' 2007 album.



"Challengers"

Mix Tape: Treadmill Edition

I say edition instead of mix, because this is less a mix and more a how-I-filled-my-mp3-player (and put on shuffle). And this is not really apropos of anything, except I felt bad I never followed up on my initial mixtape post. And I wanted to relate to the above posts.

Arcade Fire, "No Cars Go", "My Body Is a Cage"
Bloc Party, Silent Alarm
The Detroit Cobras, Baby
Dropkick Murphys, "I'm Shipping Up to Boston"
Faces, "Ooh La La"
Fugazi, "Bad Mouth"
Ghostface Killah, Fishscale
Gogol Bordello, Super Taranta!
Islands, Arm's Way
The Knife, "One Hit"
Le Tigre, "Hot Topic"
Mott the Hoople, "All the Young Dudes"
The New Pornographers, Challengers
Peaches, The Teaches of Peaches
The Pipettes, "We Are the Pipettes"
Prince, "Let's Pretend We're Married"
Rilo Kiley, The Initial Friend E.P. (1st pressing), Under the Blacklight
Robots in Disguise, "Turn It Up"
The Shangri-Las, "Leader of the Pack"
Sonic Youth, "Superstar"
The Sounds, Dying to Say This to You
Spoon, Gimme Fiction
Tegan and Sara, The Con
Viktor Vaughan (MF Doom), Vaudeville Villain

One-Eyed Kings: Raoul Walsh

"In the land of the blind, the one-eyed man is king." There was a time when men were men and eyes were something you had two of. One for the rough, and one in the trunk for spare.

Raoul Walsh silent film star and canonical director lost his right eye in 1929 when a jackrabbit went through the windshield of his jeep, and the glass shards blinded it. His best work was still ahead of him.

Two apocryphal stories surround his decision to wear an eyepatch over the use of a glass eye. One he tells his doctor, "Every time I'd get in a fight, I'd have to put it in my pocket." The other, that he'd probably lose it gambling in a poker game or misplace it in a brothel and that he'd better go with the patch.

Album Meditation List: June 2008

What I've consumed wholly, start-to-finish, music-wise, in the previous month. Meditation? I don't even know what to call these. Album List seemed too short. Anything else seemed too long. It'll probably be something else next month.

in listening order

the initial friend e.p. (second pressing), rilo kiley
phrenology, the roots
the initial friend e.p. (third pressing), rilo kiley
legal man, belle & sebastian
scary monsters (and super creeps), david bowie
meet the beatles!, the beatles
please please me, the beatles
young americans, david bowie
the darjeeling limited ost, various artists
a hard day's night, the beatles
myrmidons of melodrama (1963-66), the shangri-las
seven easy pieces, the detroit cobras
mink, rat or rabbit, the detroit cobras
telecommando americano, material issue

Stats... I'm not sure what to do for stats. By year? By genre? Suggestions? Should have probably included year, though.

Weekly Wikipedia Find: Amputee fetishism

I was going to call this entry "devotee," but the Wikipedia entry for it is "amputee fetishism." We're getting a little ahead of ourselves, though.

There's something mysteriously alluring about somebody disabled. Somebody in a wheelchair or missing a leg or two.

Nubs.

It's just a whole new equation.

Where I'm coming at. My view of the eroticism is the new flesh angle. The New Flesh. This is the future. Body Mod. Transhuman.

Devotees, though. Those are the ones who have amputee fetishism. They have their own certain pathology. They are acrotomophiles. They prefer leg amputations to arm amputations. And stumps over no stumps. There name says it all: devotion. They want to be needed. They want to be of use. It's a power relationship. They want the amputee to be needing help, to be dependent.

And to that I say, "welcome to the new flesh."

Wikipedia by Week

Week Thirty: Turtles all the way down
Week Twenty-Nine: The Diogenes Club
Week Twenty-Eight: E pur si muove!
Week Twenty-Seven: Unico
Week Twenty-Six: Panopticon
Week Twenty-Five: Legendary
Week Twenty-Four: Ostern
Week Twenty-Three: Kilroy was here
Week Twenty-Two: Jack Parsons
Week Twenty-One: The Wold Newton Universe
Week Twenty: Anonymous
Week Nineteen: Monty Hall problem
Week Eighteen: Brown Booby
Week Seventeen: Dieter Dengler
Week Sixteen: New Jerusalem
Week Fifteen: Technological Singularity
Week Fourteen: Numbers Station
Week Thirteen: Culper Ring
Week Twelve: Mary Sue
Week Eleven: Byford dolphin diving bell accident
Week Ten: Deep-sea gigantism
Week Nine: Bloop
Week Eight: Rat king
Week Seven: Gustave Doré
Week Six: Tomorrow
Week Five: Borscht Belt
Week Four: Swampman
Week Three: Chinese room
Week Two: Ambrose Burnside
Week One: Lolita fashion

Film Watch List: June 2008

*film has been seen previously/rewatching
†watched in theatre

in viewing order

American Hardcore (2006)
World Trade Center (2006)
Brief Encounter (1945)
Mr. Smith Goes to Washington (1939)
It Happened One Night (1934)
Captain Blood (1935)
Son of Frankenstein (1939)
The Petrified Forest (1936)
Shanghai Express (1932)
Eagle vs Shark (2007)
Stagecoach (1939)
Halloween (2007)
Little Caesar (1931)
Breakfast on Pluto (2005)
The Public Enemy (1931)
Werewolf of London (1935)
Angels with Dirty Faces (1938)
The Roaring Twenties (1939)
I Now Pronounce You Chuck & Larry (2007)
The Life of Emile Zola (1937)
The Illusionist (2006)
The Big Trail (1930)

Stats
Films watched: 22
Films previously seen: 0
Films watched in theatres: 0

Average # of films watched per day: 0.73

By Decade
1930s: 14
1940s: 1
1950s: 0
1960s: 0
1970s: 0
1980s: 0
1990s: 0
2000s: 7

Universal Monster Movies: 2
Warners Gangster Pictures: 5
Films featuring Warner Oland in Yellowface: 2 (and none of them as Charlie Chan)

Conclusion: June ended up becoming 1930s film education month. I'm less ambitious for July. I'll probably just try to watch as many of the excess DVDs and films taped off of TCM than more recent movies.