"Are we going the way of the dodo, Dante?"
The Kleiner is a self-proclaimed film geek; not satisfied with merely really, really liking movies, he went so far as to acquire his bachelor's degree in the subject. That he actually has a job, in this economy, seventeen months out of graduation, is a minor miracle of whose provenance he'd rather defer discussion. What he would like to talk about is movies and television and the whole culture that surrounds it, so while the Kleinette does double, nay, triple, nay, billiontuple duty discussing our culinary proclivities and her endless explorations of the District's myriad nooks and crannies, it falls to me to offer this blog's Kulturkritik; so, you know, feel free to skip all my posts. Consider yourself disclaimed.
Anyway, rather than muse in length on Mad Men (the first seventeen episodes of which the Kleinette and I have watch in just the past week) or Skins (a favorite of the Kleinette, Anglophile that she is, on which I have some thoughts) or some of the recent films I've seen, I'd like to start by jumping off the Kleinette's latest post and talk about one of our latest sights seen: Takoma Park's Video Americain.
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