Monday, August 30, 2010

Seen & Heard: Arcade Fire (DO THIS NOW.)

Wow.  So, Arcade Fire has produced an online interactive video that blows Robyn's online interactive video out of the water.  Please go here right now, enter the address of your childhood home and watch Chris Milk's personalized short (multi-window) film "The Wilderness Downtown"  featuring the Arcade Fire song "We Used to Wait" off their album, The Suburbs.  The internets are always surprising us with shiny new tricks; this one uses what seems like a Google Earth cheap shot to pack a sudden wallop of nostalgia.  

Emmy Awards Happen, I Care Even Less Than Before...

Guys, I really don't care at all about the Emmy Awards any longer.  I saw about 10 minutes total of them last night (yeah, I didn't even try), decided the set and montage were more than my daily intake of cheese, fired up Gilliam Armstrong's Starstruck on the DVR and waited for True Blood to start.  So it is.  The Emmys are boring and filled with slapped together montages focusing on just how piss poor 70% of American television is.   When I glanced over the list of winners, I have to say, I was pretty glad I didn't throw away three hours to watch.  30 Rock was finally dethroned, and while it's still the best comedy on television, it was time for a bloodless awards turnover.  I was quite pleased, I must say, that the recognition for Outstanding Comedy Series went to ABC's Modern Family over the now overhyped singy, dancy, preachy high school camp fest.  Modern Family, though, is still perhaps an unworthy successor to 30 Rock, but there you have it.

Mad Men won again for Outstanding Drama, which is both absurdly predictable and a little ridiculous.  Was I happy Lost didn't get a send-off nod?  Yes, yes I was.  No other comment. 

Of the other things you maybe care about; the Big Bang Theory's Jim Parsons won for Lead Actor in a Comedy.  Good for him, actually.  He deserved it over all the heavy hitters.  His comedic timing is the thing that makes that the most tolerable show on CBS.   Edie Falco won for Nurse Jackie, Breaking Bad's  Bryan Cranston won again, Kyra Sedgwick won for that show I refuse to pay any attention to, and the most important of the Supporting categories were (unsurprisingly) Jane Lynch (Glee) and Eric Stonestreet (Modern Family).   

With that, I end my coverage.  You can check out the entire list of winners here.

P.S.: Anna Paquin wore one of the Alexander McQueen gowns that I kind of covet.  For some reason, though, she seems to be doing it wrong. 

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

Scorsese Enters the Perfume Olympics

We have yet another A-list film director putting in work for the fashion houses, schilling fragrances in style.  This time, it's Martin Scorsese.  Yep.  Marty wants you to buy Chanel cologne.  He's already got an Academy Award (and a lifetime achievement past that), so why not?   Enlisting actor Gaspard Ulliel and, as per usual, scoring the action to a Rolling Stones track, Scorsese's spot will likely be running on your television for the next year and a half.  Don't worry, it's cool, Chanel's spot blows Frank Miller's Gucci film out of the water. 

Tuesday, August 24, 2010

Review: Piranha 3D

Piranha 3D was supposed to belong to that special category reserved for schlocky musicals, B-horror films, camp teen comedies, and ham-fisted dramas.  It was supposed to be a Good Bad Movie.  It had all the elements in place that signified its director, Alexandre Aja, knew it would never ascend to esteemed heights; absurd looking CGI dinosaur fish, hoards of spring break co-eds, a Jaws-alluding cameo by Richard Dreyfuss, a manic Christopher Lloyd; all the makings of a no-brainer classic.  Don't believe the hype.  Don't fall for the promises made by the presence of Christopher Lloyd.  He's barely present, there, but at a distance.  Piranha 3D is not a Good Bad Movie.  It's just a plain old bad one.  What you'll find instead of camp cheese layered on a throwback creature feature is something explicitly not retro: a torture porn slaughterfest with an underdeveloped sense of humor...

Monday, August 23, 2010

You and....

This vintage ad (discovered via Jezebel) is too good.  It gets a post of its own.

Saturday, August 21, 2010

In Which I Am Still Really Excited About Tron: 16 Fall/Winter Films to Look Forward To

1.  Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part I (November 19): I'm admittedly rather a hopeless Harry Potter fan.  Really just hopeless.  That said, I'm more than a little anxious to watch the gargantuan events of the seventh chapter unfold on screen.  It's comforting knowing that the film has been split in two to allow for ample space in the re-telling, and the second to last outing for Daniel Radcliffe and crew (who we've watched grow up before our very eyes, weep weep) will be bittersweet.  Oh, btw, did you see?  Emma Watson has finalized her departure from Hermione Granger by chopping her hair into a Mia Farrow pixie cut.  How long has she wanted to do that, I wonder?

2. The Social Network (October 1): David Fincher's Facebook origin story has been receiving some serious early buzz. Just today, in fact, the world received word of the film's potential from Scott Foundas, former critic for Variety and the Village Voice, among others.  Foundas claims the film is "splendid entertainment from a master storyteller, packed with energetic incident and surprising performances" [source].  Starring the rather brilliantly neurotic Jesse Eisenberg as network founder Mark Zuckerberg, I believe it.  The trailer alone makes for solid entertainment.

3. Somewhere (December 22):  Who's a Sofia Coppola fiend?  This kid.  It's been four years since Coppola delivered the tableaux vivant that was Marie Antoinette.  This time around, she's eschewing French period set pieces and Japanese fish out of water tales for something that hits a little closer to home.  Somewhere is the Hollywood tale of a hard-living actor (Stephen Dorff) learning to live with and know his preteen daughter (Elle Fanning).  Expect more lush cinematography and dreamy navel-gazing.  Rumor has it Dorff's career is set for full on rejuvenation come December.

4. Black Swan (December 1): M. posted this trailer already over at our blog Love & Squalor, but let me reiterate the sentiment: I am so totally jazzed about Darren Aronofsky's ballet-creep festival.  The internet has been murmuring about Black Swan for nearly a year now, and our first glance at the finished product has so much potential it's almost unbearable.  Aronofsky is one of my favorites, and each of his films feels like a meticulously arranged passion project braced for high impact.  If this psychological thriller delivers half of what the trailer promises (and oh man, those last few seconds promise a ton), we'll be golden. 

5. Tron: Legacy (December 17):  Haven't I talked your ear off about this enough already?  Yeah. I'm really geeking out about Tron.  Enough said.

6. True Grit (December 25): I'm not too keen on the westerns, but I am keen on the way the Coen Brothers twist their dramatic thrillers.  Sure, there's already been one film adaptation of Charles Portis' 1968 novel, but I suspect the Coens will take their telling in a darker, more literally gritty direction.  Starring Jeff Bridges, Josh Brolin, Matt Damon and newcomer Hailee Stanfield as the 14-year old out to avenge her father, expect to hear quite a bit about this film as we approach its Christmas due date.

7. Never Let Me Go (September 15): One Hour Photo director Mark Romanek takes on Kazuo Ishiguro's quietly dystopian novel which I'd tell you a little more about, but, you know, it might be a surprise to you.  Keira Knightley, Carey Mulligan, and Andrew Garfield (your new Spider-Man?) star as English school children figuring out life in a sheltered boarding school and entering their young adult lives in relative isolation.  I'll stop there.  Aside from a coming of age story, this adaptation promises to be a gorgeously shot, gripping, and timely drama.
8.  Easy A (September 17):  We all know I love a good teen comedy.  Sometimes I even love a bad one.  Easy A appears to be the former, thankfully.  I'm of the opinion that Emma Stone learned a lot from Jonah Hill on the set of Superbad, and has his comedic timing down pat.  Watching her manipulate the high school rumor mill as a straight-laced teen banking on a Scarlet letter reputation should be a bit of fun before we enter into hardcore award season. 

9. Jack Goes Boating (September 17): Philip Seymour Hoffman transitions from actor to director with this indie-romance that's been running the festival circuit to glowing reviews.  Based on a play of the same title, the story is said to be a working-class love story following the paths of two relationships; one just coming into fruition, the other on the verge of collapse.  Hoffman's got great taste in scripts.  If this was one he chose to bring to screen himself, chances are it's worth the effort.
10. The Girl Who Kicked the Hornet's Nest (October 15):  As I wrote in my Under 250 review of Girl with the Dragon Tattoo, I loathed Stieg Larsson's book, but I loved the film adaptation.  As hacker/bad ass Lisbeth Salander, Noomi Rapace has a formidable screen presence that newly announced American replacement Rooney Mara will be hard pressed to follow.  The films are tightly constructed thrillers, and when the third and final chapter of the Swedish series comes to art house screens this fall, I think it's safe to say this one will be no exception.

11. Let Me In (October 1):  Honestly, I'm a little annoyed we even needed an American remake of the Swedish vampire stunner  Let the Right One In.  I mean, the original is pretty hard to top, and if you're not up for reading subtitles, maybe you just don't deserve to experience the story at all.  In spite of my grumbling, however, I'm sure the re-make will deliver something equally blood battered and cinematographically chilling.  They've got everyone's favorite new child actor Chloe Moretz (Kick-Ass's Hit Girl), Richard Jenkins, and a really recent raw product to work with.  How could it not be?  I mean, it's soon.

12. Hereafter (October 22): I'm being a bit presumptuous here, I suppose, as little has been revealed about director Clint Eastwood's newest Oscar-bait drama, but it's definitely anticipated.  Starring Matt Damon, Cecile de France, and Bryce Dallas Howard, Hereafter is all about death.  Damon plays a psychic, de France is a druggie mom, and the script comes from Peter Morgan (whose previous credits include The Queen and Frost/Nixon).  Between that and Eastwood's quality control over the last decade, I'm definitely intrigued.

 13. Due Date (November 5):  Robert Downey Jr. + Zach Galifianakis + Hangover director Todd Phillips.  If they mess this one up, I mean, geez.  Just geez.  RDJ plays an anxious father-to-be, Galifianakis plays as aspiring actor, both are trapped in the same car on a road trip we can hope reaches the comedic heights it promises.

14. The American (September 1): George Clooney plays assassin for Control director Anton Corbjin.  From the looks of it, we get the serious Clooney here.  Limited on the smirk and snark, focusing on the dramatic capabilities of Hollywood's number 1 leading man.  Will you mom like it as much?  Probably not. 
15. Another Year (December 31):  I'm putting this on here even though I tend to over judge Mike Leigh's quiet little human stories.  The last time I got my hopes up, I wound up absolutely loathing the film the and its protagonist (Happy Go Lucky, oh god it was so disappointing).  Nevertheless, however, this likely rather sad movie follows the charmingly monikered couple Gerri and Tom (Ruth Sheen & Jim Broadbent) as a year passes and they deal head on with the events that time brings.  No, it has nothing to do with Jack Goes Boating.

The Wild Card:  

16. The Fighter (December 10):  Very little has been revealed on director David O. Russell's boxing film.  We know that Aronofsky was previously attached.  We know that star Mark Wahlberg has been obsessively training for two years for his role as 'Irish' Mickey Ward.  We also know the rest of the line-up includes Christian Bale, Melissa Leo, and Amy Adams.  The involvement of Russell and the prior involvement of Aronofsky is enough to suggest that this ain't your typical sports film...but we know absolutely nothing just yet about the look, feel, or gravity of the flick.  I'm paying attention, though.  Always watching...

Others to look out for:  British Oscar bait The King's Speech, Woody Allen's You Will Meet a Tall Dark Stranger, Will Ferrell, Brad Pitt, and; Tina Fey's animated supervillain comedy Megamind,  much anticipated sequel Wall Street 2: The Money Never Sleeps, Disney's Rapunzel story Tangled,  Julie Taymor's Helen Mirren/Russell Brand take on Shakespeare's The Tempest, Affleck directed The Town, Diane Keaton + Harrison Ford do daytime talk in Morning Glory,  Ryan Gosling and Michelle Williams do the indie darling thing in Blue Valentine, Mirren + Freeman + Malkovich + Willis go rogue in Red

A Completely Random Thought on Philip Treacy...

....he is Luna Lovegood.  Before this week's Project Runway I can confess to not having any clue as to Treacy's appearance or mannerisms.  While watching the unnervingly quiet haberdasher speak, I decided he seemed quite familiar.  Yep.  Harry Potter's Luna Lovegood (Evanna Lynch).   He starts in on the interview at about 4:30 in the clip above.  Unfortunately, Warner Brothers has pulled all the good Luna clips from the if you don't know who I'm talking about, the best I can do is direct you here

Hat battle: Luna's lion hat vs. Philip Treacy.

Back in the Day #16: Drew Carey

Drew Carey is obviously not the artist here.  The Vogues are the artists.  It's their song, "Five O'Clock World",  that's was featured in the opening credits for the first couple seasons of the then wildly popular Drew Carey Show (then the theme was swapped for "Cleveland Rocks" which I've also included for the sake of nostalgia).  In the mid-90's everyone loved Drew Carey.  He was like a smiley Dilbert, and everyone also loved Dilbert.  From what I could tell as a child in the 90's, adults were all over workplace comedy.  It was the big thing to rag on being a cubicle slave and make jokes about coffee and the internet.  The guaranteed route to success in the 90's was to give the people alien abductions or disgruntled men in short sleeved button downs.  I liked Drew Carey.  I may not have been a loyal weekly watcher, but I think between new episodes and reruns of its 9 season run, I'm pretty well caught up.  I thought it was amusing, at the time, but now I haven't seen it in years.  If you must know, my favorite was the Rocky Horror episode in which Drew and crew have a run-in with garish Mimi outside a midnight movie that's been unexpectedly changed from RHPS to Priscilla, Queen of the Desert.  Dance off!  Fun times.  Drew Carey could do no wrong, for awhile.  When he gathered his goons and did Who's Line is it Anyway? the people watched and declared it good.  Then, all of a sudden, Drew Carey went *poof* and resurfaced as a jolly 'remember when' hosting The Price is Right.  Oh, the people are so fickle.

Anyway, this opening credit sequence is one of the better ones when it comes to sit-coms.  It's lively and I, for one, never minded watching it.  Most sit-com themes are nonsense jingles.  Remember "I'll be There For You"?  I hated that song. I hated that show, too, but that's a different story.   Since I wasn't alive when The Vogues recorded their track, my frame of reference for "Five O'Clock World" is Drew Carey.  Why am I going on about this?  Because I heard this song in the car today, thought of office dancing, and decided that the memory needed to be shared.  Who else to share it with but you?  Nobody good, that's for sure.

Found Objects

In which I offer very little explanation other than sometimes, the internet must repost itself to perpetuate the species.

Sometimes, M.I.A. becomes the glitter graphics of a 13 year old girl's MySpace.  (video for "XXXO")

Sometimes, our 13th president must eat ham.  And caress it.  Tenderly.  (Presidential Ham)

Sometimes, we feel we must collect the old school, in order to be avant garde.  (via Cardboard Icons)

Sometimes, we must travel any which way.
Sometimes, she is a rainbow.  (Lydia Hearst via Vixen)

Sometimes, even wild beasts need pedicures. (via Videogum)

Sometimes, we think in the hypothetical. (via David Allieri)

Sometimes, things just have nice colors. (image: devilkettle)

Sometimes, the colors, Duke, the colors are so key. (Tomokazu Matsuyama via The Cool Hunter)
Sometimes, our religion is our family, and our family is unconventional. (via Jezebel)

Sometimes, bad Photoshop can be good.  Sometimes, "it's not rocket science."  (via Pinup RDJ)

The Best Use of Chatroulette

In a brilliant viral marketing maneuver, the folks behind upcoming film The Last Exorcism have played off Chatroulette in a way that's both inspired, and hysterical.  Everyone who has bothered to log on to the site knows that half the people you'll be connected to will be ass holes with their webcam aimed for a close up on their junk.  Sure, you can have some interesting conversations.  Sure, it's an excellent one-time party game.  But really, it seems lots of people go on their to play voyeur.  Lionsgate knows this.  They threw up a nice looking girl and made it look like she was automatically responding to you with sexual advances...just before they pull the bait and switch that transforms her into a possessed creature that seems to scare the shit out of hoards of dudes.  Of course, they also recorded it.  Clever move, Lionsgate, clever move.

Friday, August 20, 2010

Review: Eat Pray Love

I know! I saw this movie.  You wouldn't have guessed.  It's totally weird, but I'm just unpredictable like that. 
I wasn't looking forward to Eat Pray Love.  To tell the truth, the entire phenomenon has always sort of irked me.  I've never read Elizabeth Gilbert's bestselling book.  Ask anyone and they'll tell you it's "just not my thing".  My suspicion, when it came to Gilbert and her global gallivanting, had always been that she was some sort of privileged, entitled white woman playing with cultural imperialism and throwing down preachy, self-righteously motivated affirmations.  If the movie gets it right, then my suspicions were correct...and worse: she's sort of a ridiculous, whiny human being who can't see past the end of her own nose to observe just how good she really has it.  My theory is that there's a really good reason why The Expendables trounced Eat Pray Love in the box office battle of the sexes (in which Scott Pilgrim became the maligned third party): after watching Julia Roberts wallow about in her misery in beautiful scenery, a good portion of the women in attendance walked out of the theater and immediately bought a ticket to watch mindless, bloody carnage...

Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Rolling Stone Blood Orgy

Dan Savage, I think this blood play has gotten out of hand.  Someone get these wily kids some paper towels, an AIDS test, and a roll of bandages (or a kotex).  Guys, I don't much like this cover.  I don't think it's even the spattered corn syrup blend that's killing this for me.  Something about it strikes me as, well, just all around uncomfortable.  Plus, Alexander Skarsgard just looks like he came to a different photoshoot than Stephen Moyer.  His stance suggests that he's prepared for his Playgirl centerfold on a bear skin rug. Moyer's just like, yeah, that's my ass, would you like to make something of it?  Sir or Madame, I'll twist your head all the way around and you won't even see me comin'.  As for Anna Paquin, remember when she was winning Oscars and we didn't get to see her boobs like every other summer week?  BTW: True Blood fans: last Sunday's insane was that?

I Don't Like It: Singing Mole.

So, just a few entries ago, I totally ragged all over the radio.  I take back everything I said about American Top 40.  I would rather listen to Ke$ha all day than suffer through the repetitive playing of France's number one hit: "Mignon Mignon" (cute cute).  "Mignon Mignon" is performed by Ren√©  la Taupe (Rene the Mole) an animated mole.  To add insult to injury: a poorly animated mole.  What are they thinking?  Is everyone in France at an advanced stage of ironic cultural consumption, or are their music charts controlled by 5-year old kiddies? 

I can't handle it.  This makes MC Skat Kat look like Mozart.  [via MuuMuse]

New Favorite: Marcel the Shell with Shoes On

MARCEL THE SHELL WITH SHOES ON from Dean Fleischer-Camp on Vimeo.
The polar opposite of the absolutely depressing Yeasayer video I subjected you to the other day (seriously.  I was very sad like all Monday) is "Marcel the Shell with Shoes On".  This is a minuscule short about tiny things of epically cute proportions.  Directed by Dean Fleischer-Camp and featuring the distorted vocal talents of SNL's Jenny Slate (the alarm clock peddling Tina-Tina Chaneuse), the film follows the quotable & adorable Marcel: a shell, with shoes on.  I love it. It is totally the best.  [via Videogum]

Frank Miller for Gucci

In the world of things that are random and don't make sense, we have fashion.  I love fashion and would totally pull Sandi's credentials as President of the Fashion Club...but sometimes it's ridiculous.  Case in point: Gucci hired comic artist/writer Frank Miller (who's responsible for Sin City and directing the god awful The Spirit) to produce a little short for their fragrance Guilty.  This is the teaser featuring Evan Rachel Wood and Chris Evans, the whole shebang will premiere (in case you care) during the MTV Video Music Awards on September 12.  What does Gucci's camp have to say about this?  More cheese, please:
“A white sports car screeches across a dystopian cityscape - a beautiful blonde at the wheel. Her blazing tires screech to a halt, and she steps out to survey her hunting ground. Savoring the night air she remembers: a night, a man, her choice… a perfume.” [via /Film]
Whoa there, I don't think I can handle it all.  I suggest they re-edit.  For one, just watching that, I don't think it's especially clear that the music is done by Friendly Fires.  Phrasing it "Evan Rachel Wood....Chris Evans....Friendly Fires" just makes it sound like there's the promise of sexy times to come between the two actors.  You know..."friendly fires" wink wink nudge nudge.  Also, "Frank Miller's Gucci Guilty"?  Chuckle.  Snort.  I love Sin City probably more than the next person, but even I don't think this is a good idea.

Back in the Day #15: Shania Twain

When I think of Shania Twain I am reminded of 3 things.  The first is that somewhere, in the basement of my parent's house, in a stack of hidden evidence, is a copy of her Come on Over album that I purchased with my own money.  I own it.  It is the only country album that I own and it is that one.  Secret shame = not so secret anymore.  The second reminder is of chicken salad because at one point I was guilty of having watched I Heart Huckabees so many times in a short period that I probably had like 85% of the dialogue down.  Right now, I can recite Albert Markovski's opening poem (see, I know the character names) from memory: "Nobody sits like this rock sits. You rock, rock.  The rock just sits and is. You show us how to just sit here...and that's what we need".  Yep, college me thought this movie was the funniest ever.  Major existential LOLs abound (yes, I do still like it quite a bit). Anyway, Jude Law's character Brad Stand had this story from Huckabees Corporate about Shania Twain.  Shania. Chicken Salad.  Making her like it. What I think about.  Moving on.  The third and most important thing that comes to mind when I hear Shania Twain's double exclamation point chartbuster  "Man! I Feel Like A Woman!"  is my dad.

See, my dad kind of loved this song.  I have no idea why, but he did.  By my count there were approximately two popular songs that my dad enjoyed when I was in middle school.  One of them was this one, which he thought was "neat".  The other, inexplicably, was Alice DeeJay's "Better Off Alone" (in case you somehow managed to forget how this goes, I've included it below).  Does this tell you anything about my father?  Yes.  What it tells you is that my dad doesn't care what you think, or what anyone else on the planet is doing.  There's no other reason why a grown man with almost zero interest in pop music and equally little interest in going out anywhere that doesn't have foodie food would suddenly find himself unapologetically enjoying an anthem of "going out tonight, feeling alright".  My theory is that what he really liked was the part where she goes "oh OH oh", because it was catchy, he could retain it, and if he decided to sing it while wandering around the kitchen, he could get it right.  I don't know.  He liked the song.  Most of the time, he doesn't retain anything remotely resembling pop-rock music.  Now, he likes to point out that he can replicate the general tune of "Bad Romance", which was surprising the first time he did it and has since become less so.

I'm remembering now, too, that my cranky sibling and our slightly younger friend produced a thrilling music video to this (or was it "That Don't Impress Me Much"?) in which our slightly younger friend raided her slightly older sister's room to sing into a hairbrush and then launch into a dream sequence in which [to paraphrase] she went totally crazy, forgot she was a lady.  We also shot a "Weapon of Choice" video in which our slightly younger friend gallivanted down a dead end street and swung around lamp posts.  She's no Christopher Walken, let me tell you...

Alright.  Now let's all forget I ever told you all of this and that there's a Shania Twain album in the basement.

Back in the Day #14: Timbaland & Magoo ft. Playa

For awhile in my turn of the century youth, I used to suffer from the delusion that there were songs on the radio that only I could hear.  I don't mean this literally (though I'd love to tell you that my songs were an improvement over the Top 40 spin cycle), because I'm not really schizophrenic (though I also believe that that is something that could still happen in the future).  What I mean is that I used to hear these songs on the radio, lack the vocabulary to properly describe them to my peer group, and decide that when no one knew what I was talking about, I must have been the only person who heard it.  Timbaland & Magoo's track "Luv 2 Luv U" was one such song.  "You know that song that's kind of slow and has that guy who talks real low that speaks in some other songs like that one that was the song from Dr. Dolittle?"   I would ask, and the other middle schoolers wouldn't even try to process this, "also, there's a girl in there who raps."  Hey, guess what?  I've just described like every other Missy Elliott song.

Sometimes I dropped key words: Kahuna. Porno Star.  Sonny Bono.  Doggystyle like George and the Parliament.  Pillowcase suckin'. The bird is the word?  Nada.  The problem with the radio, too, is that they so rarely actually bother to tell you what they're playing.  Stupid radio.  The moral of this story is that the radio is no good except when it is.  That's the zen statement i'm dropping on you like hot knowledge.  When it's good, it's playing songs like "Luv 2 Luv U" featuring Playa and we're dancing in the car.  When it's bad, it's playing anything that sounds like Rob Thomas.  This song is good.  It is so good. It sounds absolutely nothing like Rob Thomas and nobody whines in it.  Car dance.

Monday, August 16, 2010

Seen & Heard: Yeasayer

This is the video for Yeasayer's "Madder Red" off their newish album Odd Blood.  It stars Kristen Bell and features a pet that looks like a big mutated tumor.  You might think that sounds odd or creepy or hilarious but really, this is the most depressing thing I've seen in a long time.  Seriously.  This clip is excellent and sort of profoundly touching in a strange, Cronenbergian monster way, but now it's Monday morning and I'm upset.  So upset. 

Friday, August 13, 2010

Bowie + Gaga / Kanye + Bon Iver

Holy shit it's like the week for crazy musical collaboration rumors.  First, there was the rumor that Mr. "imma let you finish" West will be teaming with lo-fi folkster Justin Vernon (Bon Iver) on his upcoming album. That rumor has been confirmed by West to Rolling Stone when the hip-hop artist informed the magazine he'd flown Vernon out to a Hawaii studio to rerecord the vocals from "Woods" for a song entitled "Lost in the World".  West's new album will also feature Beyonce and Jay-Z, but who didn't see that coming? [via Rolling Stone]

The bigger news concerns serious rumor of a collaboration between one Lady Gaga and my senior citizen patron saint/alien boyfriend David Bowie.  This document shot appeared on and what it suggests is that the Thin White Duke has emerged from a musically reclusive last several years to aid and abet his pop music progeny.  I've said before that I see quite a bit of Bowie/70's glam influence in Gaga's aesthetic (and her Lollapalooza show, of which I will discuss further at some point, really seems to be moving more towards Diamond Dogs than Material Girl), so if this happens, it could be pretty goddamn fabulous.  You will notice that Bowie is also listed as contributing guitar and vocals.  It's very possible.  Bowie randomly appeared on ScarJo's Tom Waits cover album a couple years back, so if he was willing to help out his Prestige co-star, Lady Gaga seems a surefire bet.  Seeing as how Bowie hasn't done much of note since 2003's Reality album (I will never forgive myself for not spending the $84 on that concert ticket), I'm kind of really excited for any sort of glittering return.  This must happen.  Also, if it's true and it's ever performed live with both parties in attendance, I need to be there.  Take note.  I'm inviting myself and a plus one.

UPDATE: According to Bowienet,  this 'twas sadly apparently a hoax.  So lame.  Maybe one day?

Thursday, August 12, 2010

Another Parody

I thought the world didn't need any more Lady Gaga video parodies.  Wrong.  Here's a rather solid reworking of "Telephone" set in the fun and exciting corporate world.  Hurrah customer service!  Granted, I could have done without the forced attempts to blend the concept with The Office, but I can overlook that with the lyrical inclusion of "passive aggressive micro-managing manwhore".

Review: Scott Pilgrim vs. the World

I have been to the promised land, fellow Scott Pilgrim geeks, and the future is bright.  This Friday, Edgar Wright's (Shaun of the DeadHot Fuzz) much anticipated adaptation of Bryan Lee O'Malley's cult comic series will dance toe to toe with Julia Roberts and Sly Stallone to compete for the number one spot at the box office.  Let me pass on some free (and judgmental advice): if you're a person under the age of 30 and you throw down your dollars for anything before seeing Scott Pilgrim vs. the World this weekend, congratulations, you're an idiot.  Alright, alright, maybe not an idiot, but I just don't know if we can be friends.  There are a few reasons for this: 1. This is probably the most original film you're likely to see all summer (that's right, it's not Inception), 2. It's also pretty much the funniest film of the year thus far, 3. It's like a hybrid of a half dozen generational movies you already love,  4. It's shiny, bright, fast-paced, and cast exactly right.  EXACTLY right.  Scott Pilgrim is essentially the only character who doesn't look just like his drawn counterpart, but Michael Cera plays him so convincingly it doesn't even matter...

Monday, August 2, 2010


30 Rock fans will look back and remember the episode in which evidence of Liz Lemon's early commercial acting career surfaced with not-so-sexy results.  Let's reminisce over the ad for the fictional 1-900-OK-FACE:

Gloriously awkward, yes?  Well, if you had any doubts about that little gem not being part of an art imitating life scenario, rest assured, the evidence of the Feyster's true life start-up Chicago past have surfaced all over the internets this morning.  It's not quite as cheesily embarrassing as OK-FACE, but really, all that's happened here is that late night phone hook-ups were exchanged for the Mutual Savings Bank.  Watch the 1995 (really, that was a point where this look was still socially acceptable?  why do i remember that phasing out earlier?  granted, i was in my child windbreaker and tie-dye phase then, i think, so the "fashions" of adults were not my business (though i think i'm starting to remember why i grew up hating clothes shopping)) ad and witness the horror for yourself...

Mutual Savings Bank - "Hi!" - Featuring Tina Fey from Purple Onion Films on Vimeo.


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