When the pulpIT (or PulPiT, or PULPit or however you capitalize the damn thing) page was first introduced, I was intrigued by the possibilities of an additional page of comics. So far, no good. First it was Bob Callahan’s feeble attempts at humor; this week, it’s a singularly unfunny and uninformative attempt at the character assassination of Michael Moore by some fellow named Michael Dougan. What’s next? Are you going to have your boy Marc Cooper draw “Mumia Follies”? Feh.
This is for Hazel-Dawn Dumpert, in regard to “A Thousand Clones” [May 17–23] . .. Thank you! I had such a problem with The Phantom Menace, and I could not figure out what it was. I watched the latest installment last night, and it left the same bad taste in my mouth.
I could never put my finger on why, but Dumpert nailed it. There’s something emotionally fake about the computer stuff. Your brain realizes it and automatically detaches. It makes sense, too. That’s how our generation is: unemotional and glib. We dig the special effects, and we like not having to be emotionally invested in the characters.
It is a shame that a critic like Tony Mostrom should be allowed to contribute such negative trash to the L.A. Weekly. In his summary of “Drones and Dreams” covering the World Out of Tune (WOOT) Festival at Highland Grounds [May 17–23], Mr. Mostrom would have the reader believe that the band Swallow “empties the place.” In fact, this is a downright lie. From my very clear vantage point onstage, I was fully aware of playing to a captive and appreciative audience . . .