how much more black could it be?

Wednesday, sep. 22, 2004   |   0 comments

Tonight I took Adrienne to see The Black Rider, all three hours of it.

The look of it was pretty amazing, all crazy “Nightmare Before Christmas” makeup and bold, thick costumes. But … the singing just ground you down, so relentlessly Tom Waits-ish. And the “movement piece” side of things, it moved so slowly! Creaaaak. And why is Burroughs such a one-track pony? Did that man ever write about anything but heroin and accidentally shooting women? Granted the only other time I ever Burroughed was with Naked Lunch, so what do I know.

But in short: The Black Rider, it sure is nice to look at, but it’s no Movin’ Out.