A BELATED HAPPY TRAILS WILLIE GREEN
10/11/10 10:21 am EST
There’s a school of thought in film criticism that a piece of cinema can be so bad, such a misfire on every possible level, that it can be understood as great. The thinking, as I understand it, is that doing the complete opposite, in the most literal sense, of what every correct artistic impulse dictates demonstrates a genius-level ability to identify, intuitively or otherwise, the essential pivot-points in the machinery of cinema. The director of such a film has created a sort of photonegative of greatness, which with a little imagination, can itself be appreciated as great.
Willie Green – the exquisitely, defiantly, relentlessly awful Willie Green– was, in his own way, just such a photonegative. And now, mercifully, he’s gone. And some part of me –a part of me lodged so deep in the recesses of my being that I can only access it when I listen to Depeche Mode – misses him.






Yesterday Philadunkia participated in a conference call with Ed Stefanski for blogs dedicated to the 76ers. First let us say that we are impressed and grateful that Ed gave us the chance to speak with via the phone. A large percentage of NBA teams still will not recognize and respect sports blogs for the great work they publish. So we say, “Thank you” to Ed and Sixers head PR man Michael Preston for their time yesterday.