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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.