ARTICLES BY Matty Byloos

Bad Lieutenant: Port of Call New Orleans

Matty Byloos


It seemed like the type of thing that could only happen in a cinematic equivalent of Fantasy Baseball, that Werner Herzog would direct Nicolas Cage in a sequel to Abel Ferrera’s sexually graphic 1992 cult film. It was enough to make you picture Cage shaking off the shackles of too many action movies, opening and closing his hands as if realizing his autonomy for the first time. And yet like so many fans and amateur sports statisticians, who thought they had the perfect starting lineup, Bad Lieutenant finds itself deservedly shut out of the playoffs.

Letter to My Ex-Wife, in Need of an Explanation

Matty Byloos


Ah – "The L.A. Jacks," a secret group of men who get together… intimately, and well… Well sometimes you can just write too much in a letter to an ex, as our friend Mitch does here. Explanations can often snowball, and then… heck, everything’s relative, and everyone’s a little pervy, right? – "Japan even has a soup called ‘bukkake udon,’ it’s so normal over there." Stateside we just throw in some nativity imagery and out pops a glistening gem like this one from Matty Byloos’ psyche plumbing, often painfully hilarious new collection of stories, Don’t Smell The Floss.  Art by Danny Jock.

Ohne Titel (der Punkt)

Matty Byloos


Berlin in the last days of Hitler. A travelling spot on one’s foot. Bicycles. An accident. Matty Byloos delivers one of his signature surreal stories in the tradition of Kafka, tinged with the neuroses of Bernhard.