Monday, March 29, 2010

Review: How to Train Your Dragon

I'll admit it, when it comes to animated features, I tend to pre-judge a little bit.  A decade or so of experience and observation based research has dictated that Pixar is the go to production company for your computer generated animation and Dreamworks is their competition only in dollar signs, not in quality.  The diffenece, in my eyes, is that Disney/Pixar generally makes stories built to last and targeted at anyone with a pulse.  They're emotionally complex, easily relatable, and don't go for the cheap laughs.  Dreamworks, on the other hand, tends to go exclusively for the cheap laughs.  In the past, films dropped on the public from Dreamworks animation have played out essentially as goofy concept comedies with big name stars in the voice roles and layers or layers of pop cultural refences thrown in as a "hey, you" for the adults.  They're bright, poppy, and amusing, but don't resonate.  Few outside the K thru 8 set will tell you that Bee Movie or Over the Hedge is a classic, and the next generation won't even get the majority of the jokes in Shrek 2...



Thursday, March 25, 2010

Trailer: Scott Pilgrim vs. The World



The hugely anticipated trailer for Edgar Wright's Scott Pilgrim vs. the World has finally surfaced online for geeks and hipsters alike to dissect at length.  The film has (as previously mentioned) been very well received at test screenings, with folks like Quentin Tarantino and Kevin Smith talking it up as one of the most entertaining action comedies they've seen in a long time.  It's that kind of buzz that pushes Scott Pilgrim to George Lucas levels of excitement in the comic con set.  Wright's controversial casting of mumblecore Michael Cera as the titular lead was a little jarring, but I'd say these cursory glances are definitely pointing towards the right direction, and making good use of the boy otherwise known as George Michael's lightsaber skills.  Beyond that, Wright seems to have made a colorful, exciting mash-up of comic book and videogame stylistic sensibilities that could honestly be carried out to perfection in a way we haven't quite seen before. 

Ramona's Seven Evil Exes are also an impressive line-up, so far looking pretty dead-on.  Chris Evans might put in a performance that actually makes me and the rest of the planet like him as douchebag Lucas Lee.  I'd argue a scene stealing performance from him here might be quite crucial to the success of his new role as Captain America (missed that? Oh, it's happening).  Ex-Superman Brandon Routh is also onboard as a Vegan psychic, Mae Whitman (who played Anne on Arrested Development!!) is Ramona's lesbian fling, and one of my fake boyfriends, Jason Schwartzman is head hipster Gideon Graves.  Hurrah!  What's more? The film, (this means the music by fictional band Sex Bob-Omb) is being scored by Beck and two of the original songs are previewed in the teaser.  How excited are we?  Tremendously. It's palpable.

Sunday, March 21, 2010

Review: The Runaways

The master list of my guilty pleasure films is heavily populated with movies that rock.  Give me a girl group, a pack of boys in platforms, a glitter sheen and some electric guitars and chances are I'll be willing to give the movie at least a couple shots.  I love the energy of the scene.  The casual corruption, the clothes, the coon eyed make-up and the soundtrack it produces.  I've watched Todd Haynes's flawed glam epic Velvet Goldmine at least a half dozen times, hold pop tart tales like camp fiasco Spice World and Josie and the Pussycats dear, and have a soft spot for Russ Meyer's slasher soft-core Beyond the Valley of the Dolls.

I won't be the first person to point out how similar the meteoric rise and fall of The Runaways was to Beyond the Valley's girl band The Carrie Nations.  That film, a piece of fiction (from the mind of Roger Ebert, no less), seemed to partially predict the narrative arc of the teenage superstars five years prior to the band's birth. Of course, it's just a matter of rock formula. Everyone loves to watch the making of the band, the success of the band, and the downfall of the band.  It's pure music industry fable; do everything right until your get everything wrong.  As a film, The Runaways doesn't necessarily try anything new.  What it does do, however, is take enough chances with its cast and get enough pieces right to create something that captures the essence of rock's filthy downside while simultaneously making something compulsively watchable....



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Saturday, March 20, 2010

Photo Lab: Nonsense

This banana is the solution to all life puzzles.  Look into its beady eyes and locate the wisdom that you seek.  There is nothing I can say to you that could be more important than that.

Thursday, March 18, 2010

Seen and Heard: Hot Chip and Benjamin Biolay


Benjamin Biolay 'Padam' from mmparis on Vimeo.

Two very different music videos from me to you, two very different songs.  Both should maybe get added to your summer playlist.  The first is a Frenchy French vid for Serge Gainsbourg-esque pop singer Benjamin Biolay's song "Padam".  Nice and chill, with slippery floors and a multitude of dance moves provided by Biolay's stand-in Micha Lescot (an equally Frenchy French actor).

The second is electronic group Hot Chip's boy band inspired trip for their single "I Feel Better".  Directed by comedian Peter Seranfinowicz, the video has a certain type of off-kilter, surreal humor you sort of have to see to believe.  Hot Chip's videos are typically pretty decent, but this one definitely distinguishes itself with some serious 'wtf' points.  Watch it through to the end.  There's a paper due Monday.

Hot Chip - I Feel Better

Hot Chip | MySpace Music Videos

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

You Guys...

 
To my friends who were upset when television goddess Tina Fey appeared dolled up in couture in Vogue: are you ready to get offended? Cause, guess what?  Yes, that's her again. She's got two thumbs, speaks limited French, and is vamping it up in Louboutins all over a newsstand near you.  These are the shots for her cover story in April's Esquire, in which she plays the role of wild and crazy girl (but still responsible enough to make sure when you vomit, you don't do so all over your hair). 

Personally, I'm always one for a glam photo session, so I can be counted on to approve all manner of dress-up occasions.  I enjoyed her shoot in Bust all those years ago (when I was just totally overjoyed at seeing her on a magazine cover period, in the age of the many Jessica's).  I think these shots are fantastic, and Fey handles her appearance in the men's mag with her typical self-aware/mildly self-deprecating wit and a savvy you don't get with your typical tarted-up cover girl:
"The idea of the photo shoot is something like my wild night out. The irony being that I don't do that. I got an e-mail [from Esquire] with a list of the potential setups, and my e-mail back was like, Well, I need to decline being handcuffed to a bed. I won't straddle anyone. I won't make out with a cop. There are certain things, I totally get them as a premise. And they're all good fun, and if I were a young single model, they would be appropriate, but, you know, I'm a mom. And my kid's going to find this someday. I don't want to be handcuffed to a bed in Esquire. What are you nuts? I'm not going to make out with a cop that I'm handcuffed to. I got to get my kid into kindergarten. I guess that's more of a Montessori way of learning, when they handcuff you to things." [SOURCE]


Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Margaret Can Get Nasty...


Oh, those Canadians.  Author Margaret Atwood gears up.

Novelty Treats: A Goofy Remake



I'm always amazed by the projects people take up.  Today, the internet presents us with a shot by shot remake of the opening seen to A Goofy Movie.  Children of the 90's - remember that jazz? As soon as the song started the lyrics came rushing back.  Kids these days.  Crazy.

Monday, March 15, 2010

Seven: Basically A Music Video.


I look away for a second and another iamamiwhoami video is uploaded to youtube.  This one marks a shift from the disjointed to the fluid, it's practically a music video, though for what/whom, we still can't be certain.  Our subject is all taped up and digitally warped, this time with oversized false eyelashes and glitchy matrix cats.  The colors are muted, all is fairly calm.  There are no animal sketches and the link in the descriptor tag goes to pagaent girls.  Sure, the idiotic youtube commentary will jump all over "B" referring to the supposed Aguilera album title, or suggest a connection between the Disney pagaent girls and certain former musketeers.  But...I think we're a pretty far cry from Xtina.  The physical movements mixed with the sound and video aesthetic definitely lean towards Lykke Li for me.  There is talk, however, of the videos belonging to another Swedish import: 29-year old  Jonna Lee (picture below), who's making her big stateside debut at SXSW.  Yes, there are some key similarities.  She's a definite possibility. Will the reveal and her performance coincide? MYSTERY.  I'll admit though, I found this video significantly less intriguing and I'm pretty disappointed it didn't come with a straight answer.

RIP: Peter Graves

Actor Peter Graves, famed for his roles on television's Mission: Impossible (as intelligence master James Phelps, a role for which he took home a Golden Globe in 1971) and as Captain Oveur in the Airplane! movies, died on Sunday afternoon of natural causes.  Graves had a career in Hollywood that spanned over 70 different films and numerous TV series. In recent years, he had slowed down his career, limiting it to small television appearances on shows such as House, 7th Heaven, and voice work on American Dad

CNN reports that Graves collapsed in the driveway of his California home and attempts at resuscitation  were unsuccessful.  He was 83. [SOURCE]

Thursday, March 11, 2010

Seen & Heard: Gaga /No/ Gaga


The video for Lady Gaga and Beyonce's "Telephone" premiered this evening after what feels like months of build-up.  Haus of Gaga has claimed the video was delayed until perfect and that it's meant to be a follow up to the narrative arc established in "Paparazzi".  It's finally here and it's pretty epic.  The aesthetic has changed a bit, mixing in a little prison yard Tarantino homage with the Lady's sleek black leather look.

What do you think?  Better than "Bad Romance"? A worthy mid-week pop culture event?  Or, are you more impressed with this fan video produced by two guys who happen to have access to an impressive wig collection?

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Don't Panic! Dan Brown will probably get to the bottom of this...



Late last night I found myself idly surfing the interweb for strange happenings and odd phenomenon (by strange happenings I mean the online menu to a local hot dog joint and by odd phenomenon I mean reading all about the mystery iamamiwhoami package that showed up at MTV's doorstep) when I stumbled upon something that was suitably, satisfyingly bizarre.  This is old news, perhaps, for certain Gaga fanatics amongst us, and there's a great history of this sort of speculation on popular music; apparently there's a small movement that believes Lady Gaga to be an occult pawn. Specifically: Lady Gaga is a tool of the Illuminati.  Her persona is designed to brainwash.  She uses hidden symbols to clue in those in the know.  A website called the Vigilant Citizen has made note of all you need to know about Gaga symbology to be an informed human consumer (or, perhaps, a person with a tin foil hat).  Here are a few of the things that tipped them off:

1. "“Gaga” is probably the easiest word to say in the English language, as it is often the first sound emitted by babies trying to imitate speech. So her name basically says: I’m a lady and I’m empty-headed. This empty head can filled with any crap you want. Imitate me young people. This state of mind is achieved after successful mind control."
2."Her logo is pretty revealing and particularly fitting. Its a headless female body with a bolt of lightning going through her and exiting her genitalia. There is once again a focus on the lack of conscious thought by the singer. The body looks like the weird headless mannequins you find at clothing stores. The bolt of lightning implies that her thoughtless body has been “charged” with a force that gives it life (interesting note: trauma-based mind control is often induced using electro-shock treatments)."
3. "You only need to look at a couple of Lady Gaga pictures or videos to notice that she is constantly hiding one of her eyes. Most people will simply interpret this as ”a cool thing to do” or a “fashion statement”. Those who have passed the 101 of Illuminati symbolism know that the All-Seeing Eye is probably its most recognizable symbol. The gesture of hiding one eye, usually the left one, goes way back in occult orders. Here’s an explanation of the origin of the Eye of Horus"  [source]
The list continues.  The site provides an exhaustive amount of supposed evidence in its quest to prove that Gaga is a puppet for the Freemasons (this includes photographic documentation of Gaga acting as Baphomet) and repeatedly flashing the Eye of Horus.  It's pretty much amazing.  Even more impressive?  The comment battle that follows the post, in which the conspiracy nuts and Little Monsters go at each others throats in a word war of absolute lunacy.  "Love the article. I know she was one of them" writes one commentator. Others dig deeper, "Don’t be surprised if ‘Lady’ Gaga is really a man. That would tie her directly to Baphomet, Dionysus, and the many bisexual demigods of the Left Hand Path, and it would make PERFECT sense as an invitation to initiation into Luciferic Black Magical orders."   Still others, it seems, are more convinced by the site's previous articles on personalities such as Beyonce and Omarion. 

Best of all, though?  The below video: scored to horrifying music, making eerie use of slow motion, riddled with grammatical/spelling errors, and leading to a conclusion that ties everything back to the number one pop star of evil: Ziggy Stardust himself.  Oh! How I laughed.   

RIP: Corey Haim


80's teen heartthrob Corey Haim was found at his Oakwood apartment early this morning and pronounced dead of an accidental drug overdose. Haim famously starred in the films Lucas and The Lost Boys, where he appeared with frequent co-star Corey Feldman. He had recently been attempting to revitalize his career, but identified himself as a "chronic relapser" in a 2007 interview with Larry King [source]. He was 38 years old.

Sunday, March 7, 2010


Should have mentioned this before the awards, but, you know, I've been type type typing away liveblogging the Oscars for the past several hours. Check it the immediate coverage and winners at Love & Squalor. Tomorrow, perhaps, I will expand my thoughts on what I found to be disappointing results.

RIP: Mark Linkous

Singer/songwriter Mark Linkous, perhaps best known as the frontman of slightly surreal rock act Sparklehorse, has committed suicide. Rolling Stone reports that the 40-something year old musician's death has been confirmed by his publicist.

Linkous had recently collaborated with Danger Mouse and David Lynch on the album Dark Night of the Soul, and was nearly finished with a new album with Anti- records.

Oddly, this is Linkous's second death.  His first came for two minutes in 1996 when, after suffering an overdose in a hotel room, he collapsed unconscious and cut off circulation to his legs for 14 hours.  Upon discovery, his lift caused a rush of built-up potassium that resulted in a heart attack.  Strange, but true.

Nothing further is known about the situations leading to Linkous's suicide.


My favorite Sparklehorse song (ignore the fan video), "Piano Fire" featuring PJ Harvey.

Pre-Oscars, Post-Razzies


One award I won't be embittered about Sandra Bullock winning?  The Razzie for her performance in All About Steve.  You have to hand it to her, she accepted it well.  

Saturday, March 6, 2010

Novelty Treats: The Muppets in...The Wicker Man


Admit it, you kind of wish this was in production, right?  Alas, it's mere parody.

I Have to Wonder...


VH1 is adding a makeover show to its reality roster.  It doesn't have the word "love" in its title and it doesn't feature a D-List celebrity.  It's called TRANSform Me, and, operates under a premise similar to Queer Eye for the Straight Guy.  The only difference?  Instead of straight men getting makeovers from a merry band of gay men, TRANSform Me will offer makeovers for women from a trio of transgendered women.  VH1 describes it this way:      
"TRANSform Me is a makeover show in which a team of three transgender women, led by the inimitable Laverne Cox (I Want To Work For Diddy), rescues women from personal style purgatory. Laverne and her ultra-glam partners in crime have undergone the ultimate transformation, so they're the perfect women for the job.

They'll travel the country in their tricked out fashion ambulance, siren blaring, and swoop into scenes of fashion disaster. They'll not only make women look better but feel a whole lot better about themselves. It's about discovering one's inner personal style. [...] The subject expects to be made over for a reality show—but she doesn't know it's going to be by three transgender women." [source]

VH1 has a history of sensationalism and bad taste. So, I have to wonder...is this gimmick going to be exploited negatively or is it a positive development in our broader cultural understanding of what it means to be transgendered? I can see the makeover concept working either way. On the one hand, it functions as a stereotypical 'safe' means of introducing these women. On the other, there's something perhaps quite valid and sincere about trans women in particular helping other people be the people they feel they could be. Either way, I suppose I'm intrigued. The show premieres March 15th on VH1.

Precious Wins Big at the Independent Spirit Awards

Since we're in the midst of a weekend of movie curmudgeonliness (see my review on Alice in Wonderland at Love & Squalor, wait for my Oscar rant.  I honestly don't know who should have Best Picture any longer...so conflicted) on my behalf, the 25th Independent Spirit Awards are not thrilling me.  Precious  swept the show, taking home 5 awards including Best Feature and Best Female Lead.  This is all well and fine, especially when you consider the other nominees (it goes without saying: Antichrist and Julia, a pair of true blue indies, were left out again).  But...Crazy Heart walked off with the Best First Feature award.  Over A Single Man.  Three words: what the hell?  Honestly, did people watch these movies?  The full list is after the break...

Review: Alice in Wonderland

I could begin this fall down the rabbit hole any number of ways.  I could tell you that, after enduring these particular two hours of cinematic spun sugar in 3D and full IMAX, I'm having trouble collecting my thoughts.  I could forewarn you that my opinions have not been fully formed, that I'm reacting according to my gut, that the number of hearts (2, for those unwilling to scroll) awarded to this film may drop lower or ascend to new heights as distance comes between me and my immediate distaste.  Yes, I've started with all of these things.  Now allow me to start where I need to: at the beginning.  For there is always a beginning and in this case my particular beginning makes me either particularly biased or particularly prone to unnatural affinity.  You decide which.  We're all mad here.

You see, dear reader, I am a child raised in Wonderland.  It's not a story I found disturbing or frightening as a child, it's a pair of books and an animated classic spoon fed to me by a father who possessed (and still possesses) a great love of Carroll's creation.  When I say that I love Alice's Adventures in Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass I love them as a single entity, one concrete idea, not with a casual fondness but with a fervor.  Those who know me can attest: my religion, the foundation of my belief system, has been constructed upon groundwork taken from a handful of literary and artistic sources.  At the pyramid's base a twin duo of children's tales: 1. Alice 2. Peter Pan.  These are the scriptures. The holy texts filled with small lessons and simple masked truths.  Forgive me if I'm prone to exaggeration...my imagination and my cursor get ahead of me....

Friday, March 5, 2010

Back in the Day #11: White Town


Your woman-White town from krito26. on Vimeo.

Oh man. White Town. Remember them?  Of course you do.  White Town was that band who was really just that guy who made that song that confused millions of people and prompted all sorts of in-car discussion between groups of friends who couldn't quite parse the song's directive.  "Your Woman".  Is it a man singing to a girlfriend who turns out to be lesbian?  Is it a man taking the role of woman?  Is it a man singing to a gay boyfriend who is in fact bisexual or straight?  Is it a man who has been jerked around by someone who just can't decide?  In the late 90's and early 00's, we had no way of knowing.  All we could do was speculate.

In 2010...we almost have answers.  Guess what guys?  Not only does White Town himself (real name: Jyoti Mishra) have a Wikipedia page, "Your Woman" does too.  Not only that, but there's actually an FAQ section on White Town's webpage devoted to this exact query.   Know what?  White Town isn't even sure what his song is about. It may, in fact, be any of these things:

"Being a member of an orthodox Trotskyist / Marxist movement (as I was for three years in the 80s).

Being a straight guy in love with a lesbian (ditto).
Being a gay guy in love with a straight man (not tried this one yet).
Being a straight girl in love with a lying, two-timing, fake-ass Marxist.
The hypocrisy that results when love and lust get mixed up with highbrow ideals" [source]

So, the cycle continues.  "Your Woman" is an enigmatic song and exactly the kind that I like to forget, because it makes it that much better when I remember.  What we can learn from Wikipedia?  The trumpet is sampled from "My Woman" by Al Bowlly.

I know a badass when I see one...

...and Ruth Flowers is a badass.  The 69-year old British grandmother is the hottest thing on the French club scene.  Her grandson introduced her to dance music and, well, she took the time to get into it

This woman is clearly awesome, and you should all hope to be as awesome as she.  Her alias is DJ Mamy Rock, she blends classic pop into her sets, and well...just knowing she's out there is enough to make me insanely happy.  She's performed at Cannes, and just seems to enjoy seeing what the kids are up to.

I never really thought much of it, but I wonder actually why more seniors aren't in the electronic scene.  After a point, the music gets loud by necessity, right? 

Check out her Myspace.  Wish that your relatives were this cool.  Ruth Flowers earns my seal of approval.

Scott Pilgrim is Going to Melt Your Face

Doubters and haters, it's looking worse and worse for you. Edgar Wright's adaptation of the comic series Scott Pilgrim is chalking up advanced buzz that's more and more overwhelmingly positive with each test screening.  If rumors are true, this isn't merely the hipster/geek movie to end all hipster/geek movies. It's also one helluva action comedy, brilliantly cast, and will stand tall within the genre of graphically inclined page to screen works.  /film has posted the fawning praise by directors Jason Reitman and Greg Mottola previously, but it looks like there was recently another screening with Kevin Smith and Quentin Tarantino in attendence.  Apparently, they flipped for it.  The Film Stage spoke with Smith about his reaction, here's some of what he had to say: 

"“That movie is great. It’s spellbinding and nobody is going to understand what the fuck just hit them. I would be hard pressed to say,”he’s bringing a comic book to life!” but he is bringing a comic book to life. If you’ve ever seen Scott Pilgrim, he did a fucking damn fine job of taking essentially an anime looking book and putting it into the real world while keeping everything about that book that’s kind of cool and what pops. He describes it as Say Anything meets Kill Bill and he’s not that far from accuracy. The chick who plays Knives, the little Asian girl, she’s going to be a star. She is adorable in the movie … Michael Cera is really great. He’s also doing something that’s different from what most people know him as in terms of the character. He’s a little more self assured and Bugs Bunny-like than George Michael. The fight scenes are fun. It’s just a fucking good time, man.”

I think it's now safe to say I'm officially really psyched.  Hey Edgar? Can I come to the next test run?  I promise valuable, no holds barred feedback and I promise you I've read the series. Cross my heart.

Like a Polaroid Picture

After posting that big long tangential bit filled with randomness, I stumbled upon a contest Blur Magazine is having to find the best Polaroid photo.  It feels like everyone has an affinity for the instant film, and it makes anyone with the slightest bit of artistic hipster inclination turn into a 'photographer', so, you know, if you've got your own contributions, you should hop on this bandwagon and submit to the contest here, then check out the submissions thus far over here.

Novelty Treats: Slow Motion

Pop Candy Arcade isn't one of those blogs where the overarching theme is inspiration (Note: there's absolutely nothing wrong with the blogs that are about inspiration, I love a good photo blog as much as the next person).  I like to rant and rave about pop culture and all sorts of other crap, while occasionally getting down to the roots and acting real pretentious.  This morning I can admit that I've been intermittently reading Bolano's 2666 for awhile now.  I hit a major speedbump in the Part about the Crimes (in which, for those unwilling to slog through it, the reader encounters a couple hundred pages of Mexican rape/murder and Mexican murder/rape.  In short: not pleasant, and frankly exhausting)  and last night decided that I needed to get myself back on track, suck it up, and skim through the remainder of that section.  It's not a bad book, but one can really only see so many death reports and torn nipples in a row before even the most jaded English major gets a little antsy.  Where was I going with this?  I don't know.  It's a slow news week.  We're (the royal we) waiting for the Oscars so we can be angry as we're entertained, waiting for Lady Gaga to release the video for "Telephone", waiting to see Alice so we can make up our mind, debating whether or not our blu-ray collection needs Where the Wild Things Are, hoping the iamamiwhoami mystery is revealed (like today).  What to post?  Well, inspiration and random aesthetically pleasing crap. That's what.  Take, for example, a slow motion video of model Lily Donaldson's flying hair:
By association, we can move from the flying hair to Vitalic's video for "Poney Part I".  It's all dogs and lasers, and for some reason, that seems to work.  Granted, I have a softspot for electronica, and I do love me some Vitalic. It's just the right kind of robotic repetition for me.  Layered, frequently a little dark, and French. Let's not pretend the French aren't good at electronica.  That's another art they've mastered. 

Then, when I think of Vitalic, I'm reminded that Goldfrapp's new video for "Rocket" turned up online the other day.  Of course, EMI has disabled the embed function on youtube (the brats), but you can watch the (surprisingly literal) video here.  Moving from flying hair to flying dogs to the work in "Rocket", my mind also switches over to the strange phenomenon that is Legend of the Guardians.  It's an animated adventure with owls.  Owls are pretty great. But wait, it's an animated family adventure directed by Zack Snyder.  What? Snyder made a family movie?  When did he find time to do that? Either way, it looks gorgeous. Too bad the owls have to open their mouths and break the spell.  These guys chatter more than the one that hoots away all night on my roof.

Legend of the Guardians (2010) - Trailer - HD from Patrick Cavill on Vimeo.

Then, since the link-ups in my brain don't work in any sort of linear pattern I leap over here and think: watermelon t-rex.  Why? Because that's amazing and no picnic this summer will be complete without one.

Penguin has teamed up with AIDS awareness group (RED) to offer up new, graphic editions of 8 of their classics. Why not, right? The new repackaging is largely text based in its design, which is something of particular interest to me as I was the kid in high school painting strange, text-scrawled modern versions of Mrs. Dalloway and Crime and Punishment during art class. Plus, they made a cover for Edith Wharton's House of Mirth, and that's always a plus.

Really, though, I'm more on board with the Notes from Underground art.  Bibliophiles: freak out!  (see the rest of Penguin's (RED) covers here)


I don't even know what this means, but it has inspired me to write one.  "To whom it may concern, regarding the biscuits..."

Novelty Treat: Attack of the Infographic part II


Another kind of interesting infographic from OnlineMBA.  How vital is the American film industry? Pretty vital.

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

Six: Welcome Home



Another one. I'm short on time so I'll keep the speculation to a minimum.  I'd say the final reveal, however, should be coming within the next couple days. Friday or Saturday. Also, it looks like the mandrake is in bloom, we've got some CGI, and I can't quite tell if the branches that swirl from the shack make up a word or not.  The final spoken word: "why" or "wai"? Little Dragon? Florence? Golden Filter has an album releasing in April...

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