Ginsberg Would've Mourned Lohan if He Could

Today while shooting ReelerTV, Time Out NY critic Joshua Rothkopf and I got into an extended discussion (sure to be chopped in editing) about the Tragedy of Lindsay Lohan. The subject was the release of her new film I Know Who Killed Me this Friday. Our conversation ended about one hour before I heard the news that Lohan had relapsed her way into another drug- and alcohol-related arrest. I was as bummed as I can get about these things, which is to say: I reset my watch to anticipate cinema's next vanquished talent.

And then I saw this, via Spout Blog:

Apparently, its creator Erin is an indie filmmaker upstate ("aspiring" filmmaker? I dunno, this is the best movie I've seen today) who has extolled the catharsis of Mumblecore and has been busy with Christ knows what else on her well-populated YouTube home page. But to reimagine Allen Ginsberg's Howl as a eulogy to today's featured lost soul who was "labeled 'firecrotch' by an oil dilettante looking for a headline"? Well, that's just some kind of genius. Sad genius, true, but hey, it's a day of mourning as far as I'm concerned. Anyway, I'm with Erin, as you should be, too. We've got a long tabloid slog ahead of us.

UPDATE: Fuck Ginsberg -- no one signals the magnitude of this crisis better than Beaker. Yeah -- that Beaker. (H/T: Defamer)

Posted at July 24, 2007 2:55 PM