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Gupter Puncher [The Bill Murray Issue, no.7]

In Gupter Puncher/Oli Johns on August 24, 2010 at 2:09 pm

It starts with Bill Murray in black and white [drawn by Sarah E Melville!]


There’s Tomomi at the Cannes Film festa. Or it should’ve been. That all happened last May, and Tomomi was there…until being led away by Mad Vince Gallo to Padua and then the streets of Bologna. But she did see a couple of films, like Socialism by Godard, Blue Valentine with Ryan Gosling…as well as a couple on the horizon. [Green Hornet]

There’s also Jamie Foxx learning Spanish for Collateral.

Matt Damon slaughtering French in the Bournes.

Quentin Tarantino telling an interviewer to fuck him in Japanese.

And some other stuff along the same lines, all kinda linked with each other and-…


It kinda blows up on itself in the middle and goes in a whole other direction.

A direction which includes Bret Easton Ellis. And Milan Kundera. And Alain De Botton. And James Ellroy.

It’s all really hard to explain, and I don’t think I’m doing a very good job of it…but perhaps you get the idea?

Oh yeah…

There’s also something by Lenox Parker [Year Zero].

And Lawrence Gray [Year Zero].

And Marcella O Connor [Year Zero].


It’s gonna be in various places around Hong Kong and New York [and London in November], and if none of those places are good for you then most of it will come up eventually on the website anyway.


Nihongo wo hanasenai [I can’t speak Japanese]

In Gupter Puncher/Oli Johns on June 12, 2010 at 2:28 pm

The first eighteen years of his life, Oli never learnt a language.

There was French in high school, but that was accidental. Or not accidental, mandatory, but that wasn’t really it.

He never understood why he had to learn another language. He had a friend and a sister who learnt the grammar and the perfect and the irregulars, but he couldn’t ever imagine doing that.

The French teacher said one time, ‘the key is…to think in French.’

His sister said one time, ‘You’re stupid if you can’t do it.’

His friend said one time, ‘I wanna fuck a French girl.’

And there was German too, but that was cold. Way too cold for him. Yet, he thought later, there are, what, seventy million people in Germany who feel comfortable using these words.

But at the time, in those first eighteen years, he couldn’t understand how to do it. And he did wonder sometimes if he was stupid. And then counter-wonder if other people like his sister and his friend wanted him to think he was stupid. And most times, the counter wonder was dominant. Read the rest of this entry »