Films: Andrei Tarkovsky (Stalker and Andrei Rublev in particular).
Cassavetes. Airplane (“I am serious... and don't call me
Shirley.”). Almodovar, Herzog (esp. Fitzcarraldo). I thought Lars
Von Trier’s Melancholia was excellent. Paul Thomas Anderson. Don
Hertzfeldt’s animation. Wim Wenders with Paris,Texas (the scenes
with Harry Dean Stanton and Natasha Kinski talking through the
one-way glass are just stop-you-in-your-tracks beautiful ). Road
Runner cartoons and the Acme company that supplies him.
Music: Tom Waits. Gotan Project. Nick Cave singing “Wonderful
Life.” Anthony and the Johnsons. Sundial, "Magic Potion". Jeanne
Balibar singing "A Rose is a Rose". Leonard Cohen doing “Boogie
street”. Black Keys. Skye. Guilty pleasures would have to be 80s
music like Depeche Mode, New Order and Men at Work that remind me
of a misspent youth. Moby.
Books: Anything by Denis Johnson (esp. “Tree of Smoke” from a few
years back). Samuel Beckett. Dharma books, but only ones with a
sense of humor or a good feel for so-called obscenity. Borges.
Sedaris. Julian Barnes.
Food: Gimme sushi, please. Anything hot. Ah, but no cilantro. I
and it tastes just awful to me.