Tag Archives: Killing of a Chinese Bookie

09/19/2021 · 9:19 am

One Hundred Percent American

Here’s the good news, loyal readers! Your old pal Matty Boy is producing his first new animation in eleven years!

Ready for the bad news? Here we go…

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Filed under Animation Analysis, Bad Influences, Comix Classic & Current, Idiot's Delight, Saturday Movie Matinee, Site Stuff

Tagged as 1970s, 1978, 1990s, 2020s, 2021, animation, Bands I Useta Like, behind the scenes, Bo Harwood, Flash, John Cassavetes, Killing of a Chinese Bookie, laughter, Mike Judge, Patreon

02/19/2016 · 1:58 pm

The Thankless Life

A harsh truth of reality: not every movie gets a sequel, and this isn’t a bad thing. Only one thing grants a movie a sequel; money.

Money and passion are often confused by consumers. They feel the same, in many ways, and they produce similar results. But for creative people, money and passion are completely different creatures. The latter is fuel, and the former is a means to an end. You can possess a passion; money, you can only hold. Continue reading →

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08/22/2015 · 11:05 pm

MYM: The Killing of a Chinese Bookie

Movies You Missed: BIUL spotlights great films you probably overlooked. Tonight: The Killing of a Chinese Bookie.

In the mid-1970s, things were as different from now as night and day. The air and the sky seemed clearer, even though they were largely exhaust. The texture of everything was tougher, like cigar ashes and concrete. Getting into an automobile was like stepping into a luxury carriage; sunset and neon glinting on chrome bumpers, silk shirts against hand-tooled leather interiors. Music always evoked the experience of a show-stopping live performance. The worries and tensions of the 21st century were too far off to even surmise. The night sky glimmered with promise and energy.

They used to say, “anything could happen.”

And out of all this strides the late Ben Gazzara, sporting a white leisure suit, king. “I’m great,” he states with absolute certainty. “I got a golden life.” Continue reading →