When I was watching Chicago recluse author Clive Javanski’s apartment the other weekend I came across a gem of an underground film in his collection. Ms. 45. A mute girl goes on a spree kill after sadly being assaulted twice in one New York day. This film is full of win. I’m not gonna go all Wikipedia on it, but it has some bizarre moments I’m cool to recall. Her gun jams when she tries to shoot “depressed bar guy,” but it misfires. DBG then takes the gun from her and shoots himself in the head. There’s the scene where she knocks off what looks like reject holdovers from The Warriors. The climatic ending at a Halloween party features a cast of dancing characters…
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The last time I saw Chicago reclusive author Clive Javanski was at the Bucktown Arts Fest in August. Shufflin’ around, looking at artwork, he had a journal in one hand, and after he sat down with me, a beer in the other. Some folk band was playing a song about a girl, a farm and the smell of earth after rain. Or something like that. I first met Clive at Mickey’s, the saloon down the street from my apartment (mentioned in an earlier post). He lives and writes above an area bar (not Mickey’s). He doesn’t drive and rarely goes out, and when he does, it’s usually within a several block radius of his home – which includes Holstein Park, home of the fest.…
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