Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Saturday, March 22, 2008
Monday, March 10, 2008
top 5 films of 2007
wrote this a few weeks ago, but only posting it here now. whatever.
1. The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford
2. Ratatouille
3. Zodiac
4. No Country For Old Men
5. There Will Be Blood
Runner-up: Michael Clayton
Future Cult Film: The Nines
Waiting for the DVD: Lake of Fire; 4 Months, 3 Weeks & 2 Days (apparently I have a thing for abortion movies)
1. The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford
2. Ratatouille
3. Zodiac
4. No Country For Old Men
5. There Will Be Blood
Runner-up: Michael Clayton
Future Cult Film: The Nines
Waiting for the DVD: Lake of Fire; 4 Months, 3 Weeks & 2 Days (apparently I have a thing for abortion movies)
in which i hopefully resume sporadic updates
Sarah Brightman & Hot Gossip - I Lost My Heart to a Starship Trooper
As much as I may want to harp on the horrors of the 80s, the 70s were considerably worse, as this godawful 1978 UK one-hit disco wonder so ably demonstrates. Hideous sparkly uniforms, painfully cheesy sci-fi-derived sexual innuendoes, and male dancers of dubious heterosexuality abound.
Tuesday, July 31, 2007
without further comment
courtesy of the SA D&D forum, and said without a shred of irony:
"I said [abolishing state funding for education would] be a good idea for a state law, just like abolishing the FDA, killing federal funding for education, and electing Ron Paul would be a good idea."
"I said [abolishing state funding for education would] be a good idea for a state law, just like abolishing the FDA, killing federal funding for education, and electing Ron Paul would be a good idea."
Wednesday, July 4, 2007
Fuck You, Hollywood
I should make clear that I do not, by any means, believe that the Chipmunks are, or should be, sacred cows of any sort. That said...
...do the character designs have to be this soul-scarringly wretched?
...do the character designs have to be this soul-scarringly wretched?
Summer Movie Reviews, #1
Thus far:
Spider-Man 3: I thought the first two were massively overrated, so I guess it figures that I wasn't wildly enthusiastic about the third installment. Still, I thought it got way more crap online than it deserved... the third act is an utter mess, though.
28 Weeks Later: Truth be told, I don't remember the first movie that well, but I don't recall it being this dumb. After a devastating plague of nigh-apocalyptic proportions, the military's security over the one potentially infected person is nonexistent? And closing the vents on your car is enough to prevent exposure to fucking nerve gas? Christ.
Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End: I enjoyed the first movie; the second, while bloated, had its moments. This is a talky, overplotted, thoroughly dull mess until it regains steam near the end -- way too late to save the film.
Ocean's 13: If you're going to cast Al Pacino, give him more opportunity for scenery-chewing, damn it! Few actors are as entertaining to watch when doing that as he is.
Live Free or Die Hard: The Die Hard franchise -- or, more specifically, Bruce Willis' John McClane character - gets predictably pussified in order to achieve a studio-mandated PG-13 rating. Despite a ludicrous hacking plot, the action sequences, absurd 18-wheeler vs. jet-fighter climax aside, are pretty satisfying.
Ratatouille: The first genuinely excellent thing a big studio has released this summer -- as (almost) always, Pixar manages to produce something funny, touching, and appealing to all ages. There's an utter... well, sincerity... to their films -- one with which no other creative entity in Hollywood can match. Though I'm hardly the first person to mention it, I am, I must admit, a little puzzled as to the source of writer/director Brad Bird's apparent animus towards critics -- it's not as though The Iron Giant or The Incredibles met with anything resembling scathing reviews.
Transformers: The Rock aside (total guilty pleasure for me, mostly because of Nicolas Cage and Sean Connery), I hate Michael Bay (and the fact that he's a Wes alum only strengthens it). The guy is still, surprise surprise, a better director of trailer-ready money shots than actual movies, but it still does deliver, belatedly, on its raison d'etre (namely, giant robots beating the shit out of each other). So it's mediocre rather than crap, and Wesleyan's name is not further tarnished.
More as the summer continues, probably.
Spider-Man 3: I thought the first two were massively overrated, so I guess it figures that I wasn't wildly enthusiastic about the third installment. Still, I thought it got way more crap online than it deserved... the third act is an utter mess, though.
28 Weeks Later: Truth be told, I don't remember the first movie that well, but I don't recall it being this dumb. After a devastating plague of nigh-apocalyptic proportions, the military's security over the one potentially infected person is nonexistent? And closing the vents on your car is enough to prevent exposure to fucking nerve gas? Christ.
Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End: I enjoyed the first movie; the second, while bloated, had its moments. This is a talky, overplotted, thoroughly dull mess until it regains steam near the end -- way too late to save the film.
Ocean's 13: If you're going to cast Al Pacino, give him more opportunity for scenery-chewing, damn it! Few actors are as entertaining to watch when doing that as he is.
Live Free or Die Hard: The Die Hard franchise -- or, more specifically, Bruce Willis' John McClane character - gets predictably pussified in order to achieve a studio-mandated PG-13 rating. Despite a ludicrous hacking plot, the action sequences, absurd 18-wheeler vs. jet-fighter climax aside, are pretty satisfying.
Ratatouille: The first genuinely excellent thing a big studio has released this summer -- as (almost) always, Pixar manages to produce something funny, touching, and appealing to all ages. There's an utter... well, sincerity... to their films -- one with which no other creative entity in Hollywood can match. Though I'm hardly the first person to mention it, I am, I must admit, a little puzzled as to the source of writer/director Brad Bird's apparent animus towards critics -- it's not as though The Iron Giant or The Incredibles met with anything resembling scathing reviews.
Transformers: The Rock aside (total guilty pleasure for me, mostly because of Nicolas Cage and Sean Connery), I hate Michael Bay (and the fact that he's a Wes alum only strengthens it). The guy is still, surprise surprise, a better director of trailer-ready money shots than actual movies, but it still does deliver, belatedly, on its raison d'etre (namely, giant robots beating the shit out of each other). So it's mediocre rather than crap, and Wesleyan's name is not further tarnished.
More as the summer continues, probably.
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