More About Clint
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Schools (Other):
Cockpunch School of Graphic Enlightenment
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Occupation:
Video store stalwart, agitator
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Hobbies and Interests:
Beating up Nazis, animation, songwriting, post-60s American political mess, deflating pompous busybodies and the forces of the social uplift, greasing all squeaky wheels, haughtily ignoring speedbumps, dorky boardgames
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Favorite Books:
Mencken, Trilling, Montaigne, Stan Lee/Jack Kirby, Buber, Kierkegaard, IB Singer, BHL Hart, Oakeshott, Jim Thompson, Russell Kirk, David Horowitz, William Barrett, EC horror comics, Sentimental Education, Spillane, Thornton Wilder
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Favorite Movies:
Petey Wheatstraw, Stardust Memories, Goodfellas, Lawrence of Arabia, Cromwell, Glengarry Glen Ross, The Godfather, Annie Hall, A Man for All Seasons, Crimes and Misdemeanors, All the Real Girls, Breaker Morant, Patton, Unforgiven, Cockfighter
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Favorite Music:
GBV, Gene Clark/Byrds, Sinatra, Jolie Holland, John Cale, Mike Nesmith, Nick Drake, Mississppi John Hurt, Neil Young, Gram Parsons, Peg Leg Howell, George Harrison, Dwight Yoakam, Journey, Gordon Lightfoot (shut up)
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Favorite TV Shows:
Roger Ramjet!, I Claudius, 24, The Simpsons, The Sopranos, Deadwood, The Wire, anything the History Channel can throw at me, anything Ken Burns musters up, snootily avoid TV otherwise
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Who I Want to Meet:
Flappers, flappers, flappers.
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Testimonials and Comments for Clint
girls. That is pretty funny, but not so
unusual, and I think Clint might be one of
my heroes.
make you drunk on facts, fiction and
stories. Do not try to drink him - his
alcohol content is low, and he might not
like it. Just talk to him and prepare to
smile.
swoon. And he always has cigarettes and
is willing to share.
That's about the best compliment I
could give one single person.
me that I was fated to do battle with
Clint, until one of us lay dead in the
street, riddled with gunshot wounds,
and covered with silly string. Sure,
it seemed pretty unlikely, but you
never know: those gypsies are pretty
uncanny at times. So I wander from
town to town, in an effort to avoid
what I now know is cruel, inescapeable
fate. When you think about that, you
have to imagine the sad, walking-away
music from the end of the old
Incredible Hulk show playing in the
background. If it helps, imagine me
walking backwards, thumbing down a
ride from a trucker.
rents a mean video, drinks a mean
beer, plays some mean music in his
mean band, and still manages to be a
friendly fellow.
Clint is packing heat. Seriously, you'd
best not mess with him or he'll take
you to task. He once killed a surly
customer at the video store just to
watch them die. I saw the whole thing.
as a regular on "Box Office Banter" in
the mid-late '90s, we might've gotten
somewhere... the guy has a
fearsome knowledge of
film'n'flicks'n'culture and releases
more than a few hilarious takes on
current cinema in print by way of the
always-funny "Flick Skinny" -- one of
the few highlights in Flagpole
Magazine. Ahoy!