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Molly Templeton was Eugene Weekly's longtime arts editor, now freelance movie reviewer. She is publicity manager at Tin House Books.
It’s time to just suck it up and accept that it does not matter if I feel like the entire internet has had its say about the last two days of Torchwood: Children of Earth. I am not the entire internet! And I still have thoughts! They’re just delayed, is all. And of course there are plenty of spoilers. Click here and read further at your own risk! Continue reading
I watched, I didn’t weep, I got a little choked up, I have a lot to say — but I had all kinds of Things that needed doing the last few days, so I’m a bit behind. And I watched Day Four and Day Five pretty much one after the other, so they’re a touch blurry. But I’m working on it. Your Torchwood posts, they shall return. In the meantime, if anybody wants to talk about it, I’m here for you, man. We could probably all use a good heart-to-heart after that. Continue reading
Well, that was kind of intense. Shall we talk about it? Let’s. “As a gift.” Day Three is a pivot point. The 456 arrives. A pillar of flame sinks into the glass tank at the top of Thames House (without burning anything in its path, I’d like to note). Something prone to splattering green goo against the walls is inside. We never see all of it, just sense a large, lumbering presence, strange and eerie. Continue reading
It’s a little funny that I was just discussing Torchwood’s “adult” content levels, given that Day Two gives us entirely naked Jack. (And to think I just read a quote from John Barrowman about eventually getting his kit off.) It’s not quite as hot as it might sound, though. Mostly, it’s rather unpleasant. But let me tuck this all behind a spoiler cut. (For an introduction to Torchwood and my thoughts on Day One, look here.) “I’m a PA. It’s what I do.” Continue reading
Shaun the intern just noticed a drastic change to the Jo Federigo’s website: As of this morning, it says that the venue has closed. Owners are looking for a buyer or investor. Some of the venue’s scheduled events have moved to Davis’ Restaurant, including Ala Nar (8 pm July 24; $5) and Nice Jewish Girls Gone Bad (8 pm July 29; $12). Casey Mitchell, who was booking Jo Fed’s, says that “as many acts as possible” among the already-booked shows will be moving to Davis’. Continue reading
I admit it: I’m rapidly falling for Torchwood. Continue reading
Last Thursday, I went to Portland because of Twitter. Ok, that’s not quite true. I went to Portland because of Amanda Palmer, the singer-songwriter-force-of-nature who some folks may know as half of the Dresden Dolls. Palmer’s solo album is one of my absolute favorite records of last year, and I’ve long been complaining that of course I only fell in love with it two days after she played Portland in December. Of course. Continue reading
* It’s not exactly “Once More,” since the review isn’t up yet, but hey, I like my header, and I wanted to write this all out before I forgot about it. Or fell asleep. Continue reading
… at least for the next seven hours. Actually, no; I only wish I could be utterly lost in Harry Potter land until 12:09, at which point I’ll be highly caffeinated and ready to (hopefully) enjoy Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince. But reality will intrude. It does that. So annoying. Continue reading
When do we get those high-speed trains? ‘Cause I need a faster, easier way to get back and forth from PDX these days. Today, I’m missing a press screening of Harry Potter Laughs All the Way to the Bank Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince (thanks, Shawn Levy, for inspiring that strikethrough). I’ll go see it Wednesday and review it on this here blog the same day. I PROMISE. My fingers aren’t even crossed or anything. EDIT: I take it back. Continue reading