The Beacon Theater, October 10 -- I found myself, with a friend, at the hands of dreamily unforgettable musical experience: PJ Harvey live. As she played her classic songs from Dry, Rid Of Me, and more, that strong, blatantly emotional Harvey was there; yet what I did not expect was that ability to contrast that with her newest masterpiece, White Chalk. It was a mesmerizingly surreal contrast of old and new, dark and light; it seemed the only breather was among each song. A whole new side was revealed. (Slant Magazine's article on the concert, by Sal Cinquemani, is definitely meant for a great read. Also on the forum, you'll find my comments and more.)
In the "real world", below there's a review for 12:08 East of Bucharest, one of the greatest releases of the year so far. Soon, after this heavy amount of school work, a review for the abortion documentary Lake of Fire as well as that culminant New York Film Festival article will appear.
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