Thursday 20 March 2008

RIP Max, the Avant-Garde Cat

New York: the city that never sleeps and has cinemas with their own cats (who, breaking with metropolitan custom, do sleep, usually for roughly seventy percent of the day). Sadly Max, the 17 year-old doyenne (yes, she was a she) of the Anthology Film Archives Cinema went to movie mog heaven this September, but her former home is now staging a special memorial season of eight avant-garde cat-themed movies in her memory. Bung a wig on that puss and she'd even look like the star of a Bunuel masterpiece.

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