Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Review: I Am Love

I have a small obsession with Tilda Swinton. This statement requires no further explanation as I do believe her work does all the arguing and justifying necessary on its own. The only thing I could possibly add is to correct my initial statement and admit that my obsession with Tilda Swinton might actually be slightly larger than small. I love Tilda Swinton the way your mom loves Meryl Streep and sometimes think she's more artwork than human. Because of this fascination, I have high expectations of Tilda Swinton. I had eagerly awaited the release of Italian director Luca Guadagnino's art house epic I Am Love. So long and so eagerly that my preconceived notions of what the film should be were reaching up up and further still. What it needed to be, first and foremost was beautiful. After that, it needed to (and please don't start singing that song from Nine) be Italian. By Italian I mean Italian in the most classically cinematic sense of the word. I wanted a bright and technicolor high-def edition of some sort of Fellini, Antonioni, neorealist slow burn with all the high fashion pageantry, luxe romance of images and scenery entailed therein. You know, one of those films you can fall in love with based on the aesthetic progression from frame to frame while excusing slips of plot or loose dialogue. Guess what? I Am Love is that movie. It just took me a little while to realize it.   


McQueen without McQueen

The first Alexander McQueen collection since McQueen's untimely death earlier this year has arrived.  Under the guidance of designer Sarah Burton, the resort collection feels much in keeping with the dramatic flair established by her mentor.  I'm particularly fond of these matching pieces and the combination of elements that conjure up images of Winged Victory, or a regal Joan of Arc as much as they do matadors (for some reason I've been all about the idea of matadors the last few days, even though I think bullfighting is repulsive and horrible.  yeah, I don't know what they did in your middle school, but at mine in 7th grade Spanish class they were all about making us watch bullfighting.  I sat out in the hall.  animal cruelty...i'm opposed to it.  on the other hand - if she'd told me the bull gored the matador, I probably would have stayed.  this was the same year we had to watch a very graphic documentary about the Ebola virus.  that one was awesome.  AWESOME.).  It's too early to really cast a final vote on Burton's direction for the McQueen label, but my gut says I want that dress, so things are looking to be in good hands.  See the rest of the line (and significantly more legitimate input) here

Seen & Heard: Martin Solveig & Martina Sorbara (Again)



Speaking of Dragonette's Martina Sorbara, she's once again collaborated with French electro-popper Martin Solveig, this time on a song entitled "Hello".  The song is upbeat and catchy, but really here nor there.  This one is all about the tennis-based, semi-Wes Andersonian music video actually filmed in front of the crowds at this year's French Open.  It's a long clip, but rather charming in that crisp white, green, and athletic way.

Dude Looks Like the Lady...

Lady Gaga appears to be masquerading in drag, or adding fuel to the still burning fires of those who claim she possesses a few spare parts, for Vogue Hommes Japan.  Photographic evidence appeared on SHOWstudio.com today of a mysterious "male" model named Jo Calderone posing for the magazine.  Do we even need to argue about it being her?  I'm voting no.  It's definitely her, and it's pretty awesome.  Well done Lady Gaga/alter ego of Lady Gaga.  I must say, there are some similarities between Lady Germanotta and Dragonette's Martina Sorbara in the gender bending conclusion of the "I Get Around" video.  [via ONTD]

NPR's Top 50 Albums of the 2010 Thus Far...

Those silly folks at NPR are already listing the listener's choices for best albums of 2010 thus far.  It's not even the first of July, people.  You're totally missing that fabled phony halfway point by one day.  God, have some decency.  No, but seriously.  They've made a list and topped it with Plastic Beach by the Gorillaz.  My honest reaction?  Surprise. I'm not sure what I would have chosen as a shoo-in at this point for NPR listeners (maybe LCD Soundsystem or Black Keys), but Plastic Beach probably wouldn't have been it.  Don't get me wrong, it's a good album.  For some reason, though, my listens to it have made it mostly into ambient sound instead of some sort of enrapturing album experience.   

You can check out the complete list here

Wonder Woman Gets Rebooted

Categorize this under 'it's about time'.  After 69 years of crime fighting in a skimpy leotard, Wonder Woman has finally been gifted a new, more serious, more rough-around-the-edges outfit.  Yes, that one piece was (and is) iconic, but part of me has trouble believing a badass superhero lady of her Amazonian upbringing would want to attend every meeting of the Justice League in a uniform suited more towards objectification than getting down to business.  

The costume makes its debut in issue no. 600 of the series and is in actuality tied in to an alternate history that takes Wonder Woman off of the island and has her raised in what is presumably a more urban, 21st century environment.  Aside from that, in the words of comic writer J. Michael Straczynski blurbing for the New York Times: "What woman only wears only one outfit for 60-plus years?”  [via NYT]   Good question, sir.  Not any one that I know. 

Other good news?  For those cosplay ladies, the new era Wonder Woman seems pretty easy to replicate.  The question is: just how many will surface at Comic Con?

Saturday, June 26, 2010

Trailers: The Social Network, Life During Wartime



And now for your viewing pleasure: the trailers the internet has been buzzing about. 

The first is a teaser for director David Fincher's (Fight Club, Se7en, Curious Case of Benjamin Button) adaptation of the Facebook origin story, The Social Network. Based off the book The Accidental Billionaires: The Founding of Facebook, A Tale of Sex, Money, Genius, and Betrayal, the films stars Jesse Eisenberg as Mark Zuckerberg and also features Justin Timberlake.  Eisenberg has been great in a whole string of past features, let's see if a Fincher pic pushes him firmly onto the A-list.

On the other side of things, we have the full trailer for Life During Wartime, which is (I'm almost afraid to say) something of a sequel to art house director Todd Solondz's Happiness.  Happiness was one of only a few movies that has actually managed to make me feel like I needed to jump in the shower to wash its layer of ick away.  It was a powerful film, and one I plan on never watching ever again.  Life During Wartime supposedly raises questions of redemption with its (numerous) despicable characters.  In true Solondz fashion, while the characters remain the same, the entire cast has been turned over.  No one returns in Life During Wartime.  Ciaran Hinds replaces Dylan Baker's pedophile father-figure (seriously. ick), Michael Kenneth Williams (from The Wire) is Philip Seymour Hoffman's creeper, Paul Reubens takes up where Jon Lovitz left off, and rumor has it this may be the Solondz project Paris Hilton was rumored to be involved with.  Of course...IMDB has no record of this.

The Shoes Return

The inevitable has happened: in her faun-hoof platforms, Lady Gaga has fallen down.  How does this not happen all the time, you ask?  I know not.  The woman looks built to spill.  How do you get back up once you fall in those shoes?  I'm not sure it's possible without assistance.  Where is she getting these ridiculous pieces of footwear?  I can tell you: Noritaka Tatehana.  MTV Style profiled the Japanese designer and for some reason I'm intrigued enough by the idea and construction of these shoes to relay that information to you.


Tatehana's heel-less shoes (in case you need to buy a pair for everyday use, homecoming, or your relative's wedding) will set you back some $2,500-4000  and have a staggering height of 9.1 inches.  If I wore those shoes, I could play in the NBA.  Granted, my legs would probably snap at the ankles if I tried to jump in those shoes, but that's not really the point of the shoes, is it?  I'm also pretty sure, actually, that the sort of rate of ascension involved in standing up in those shoes would cause altitude sickness and I would be collapsed on the floor within minutes.  Just like last time I went to the mountains.  Oh, frailty.

Where was I?  Yes.  Tatehana is, by the way, a 25-years old who just graduated from Tokyo National University of Fine Arts.  Just graduated!  Like, this year!  That guy got basically the biggest break a fashion student can get right now, and he did it through e-mail!  This kid sent an e-mail to Nicola Formichetti (a stylist in Haus of Gaga) and presto!  Instant international pseudo-fame. 

The most interesting bit, however, was the section on Tatehana's inspiration for the shoes.  He had this to say in the interview:
"I am interested in history and in the old culture and would like to divert them into modern world. The unique and creative shape comes from "Kan Pokkuri," which used to be clogs made of empty cans. In the old days, Japanese children used to make these clogs, passing a cord through holes made in the cans. After placing each foot on a can, they tried to walk, holding the cord in their hands."

I had assumed that design had its roots in certain geisha styles and foot binding practices, but this particular reference is rather neat.  I maintain, however, that they look above all like faun hooves.


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Seen & Heard: Blockhead


"The Music Scene" from Anthony Francisco Schepperd on Vimeo.

It would seem that this is indeed one of those mornings where I stumble across every bit of pop culture that has been at all trippy in the last week.  Yes, I'm just going to keep posting video after video because I, like many people in this nation, find that Saturday mornings require a slow submergence into waking life.  Did I mention that I'm really tired?  Yes. I did.  Now I am a VJ, I am what I play...

Peter Max threw up on a film reel and the result was this video from New York music producer Blockhead (Tony Simon).  That's not true, actually.  "The Music Scene" was animated by Anthony Francisco Schepperd, and its bright colors, shifting forms and sci-fi psychedelia will keep you glued to your monitor.  Have you eaten breakfast yet?  It's getting late...now we call it brunch.

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Seen & Heard: Robyn

I like to listen to the opening track of Robyn's new album Body Talk pt. 1 while biking, specifically.  Also, though, in the car, at my desk, all the time, blah blah blah.  The song, "Don't Fucking Tell Me What To Do" is a pop album trigger.  It's the perfect lead in to the tracks that follow, and now it has its own strange little interactive music video for your viewing pleasure.  The video, which you'll need to watch here, is a 3D animation that sends Robyn's grievances from the lyrics hurtling through hyperspace in your direction.  In the corner, however, you can view the constant stream of user irritations and add your own via Twitter.  Check it out, stare at it for awhile, then eat something already...breakfast is the most important meal of the day (or so they tell me).

Twilight on the Jersey Shore



Jersey Shore season 2 is coming your way, guidos and guidettes. Before that, though, the "cast" is doubling their publicity efforts and dropping in all over the place.  Maybe it's the four hours of sleep that I got, but the Twilight parody the crew shot for last Wednesday's Jimmy Kimmel prime-time special seems particularly humorous this Saturday morning.  Watch as Snooki takes on the role of Bella and Mike "The Situation" tans in a coffin draped with the Italian flag and shows off his glittering abs.  Strangely, there's way more personality in this two minute clip than in any of the Twilight saga thus far.

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Jackie Hoffman is...Old Lady Gaga



Broadway scene-stealer (seriously, she swipes the spotlight mercilessly in the current run of The Addams Family and the original cast of Xanadu) Jackie Hoffman has stepped up, made use of the facilities available to her, and gifted the world a glimpse into the future of Lady Gaga.  Hoffman is hysterical and shameless, and her "Old Lady Gaga" take on "Alejandro" is gold.  Plain and simple.  I don't want to hear otherwise.  Your naysaying is not valid here.

Ashley Greene = FAIL


This is a quote from Twilight's resident fashion-vampire, Ashley Greene that occurred during an interview with Fandango.  I'd like to personally congratulate Ashley Greene on simultaneously making a fool of herself and proving that she will never succeed in the world of on-purpose humor (though her track record with the inadvertent laughs is four star caliber): 
"Comedy is something that I'm definitely looking to get into. I had a little taste of it and I do intend on going to classes for it because I think it's a different muscle, and it's hard to find female comedians...You've got, like, Jennifer Aniston and Cameron Diaz and that's it. There are a couple more, but that would definitely be something I'd want, to be a part of that comedy world." [source]
See? Inadvertently HILARIOUS.  Well done, Ashley, well done!  I don't know which part made me laugh harder.  Let's see...was it the part where Jennifer Aniston is not only a comedian, but one of the only existing female comedians?  Maybe. Or the part where she needs to go to classes to learn a "different muscle", when she isn't even close to having drama down?  Oh, Ashley, who knew you were so hilarious?

Ugh.

Seen & Heard: Interpol, Crystal Castles



Circa 2003/2004, I was certifiably obsessed with Interpol and their album Turn on the Bright Lights.  I must have listened to that album daily without the aid of visuals, music videos, or concerts.  I never even got to see them live.  Time has passed.  Carlos D. has separated from the band.  I'm no longer fully devoted to Interpol.  Yet, that kind of love can't really die, it can only be diminished by follow-up albums that feel limited in their musical development.  Turn on the Bright Lights is still a trigger album in my musical development.  All of this has little to do with the band's new video for the song "Lights".   It feels a bit like Teknolust meets Alejandro Jodorowsky; latex-clad women performing odd rituals in an austere room.  Honestly?  I don't get it.  Frame by frame it's lovely, but does it match the song?

Meanwhile, my go-to pair for 8-bit noise and screaming- Crystal Castles - have released a music video for the single "Celestica" off of their new album.  This one does match the song, and offers up the low-key side of the duo.  Alice Glass walks through a cemetery full of violin-playing children looking sullen and moderately Puritanical while the sound is like the Cocteau Twins backed by sped-up instrumentals.

Monday, June 21, 2010

Review: Toy Story 3

Disney/Pixar made a movie.  Another movie.  Another good movie.  That's really all you need to know.  There's nothing more that needs to be said.  The Toy Story series is now one of the most solid film trilogies of all time.  If you're judging solely in the animated category, it is the most solid film trilogy of all time.  Of course, you're not surprised that Toy Story 3 is good.  It's a Pixar film, after all.  Even when their films aren't great they're still at the top of the cartoon heap.  Yet, maybe you should be a little surprised.  Or, at the very least, a little impressed.  Toy Story is Disney's Star Wars, it generates tie-ins and merchandise in abundance.  Everything is a toy, after all, and is thus born prepared to return to forms of plastic or plush.  The first film installment hit theaters in 1995.  It's now rolling through a decade and a half of child belovedness.  Middle schoolers who saw the flick in its original run may now be dragging their own spawn to the trilogy's 3D conclusion.  With 15 years, a never ending stream of Disney Store products, a permanent place in Disney theme parks, and a quality timelessness to its animation, these characters have transcended every generation gap.  Toy Story doesn't cater to any one audience, it doesn't have to.  It's themes are broad, its characters recognizable.  Every child falls in love with it if only because they already recognize its key players from the floor of their playroom.   Where am I going with this?  Toy Story 3 is good.  Really good.  It's an instant classic perhaps in spite of the fact that with the momentum built up from all that came prior, it didn't have to be...

Friday, June 18, 2010

Snoop loves Sookie Stackhouse



This is a real thing, guys.  Snoop Dogg is a committed fan of HBO's culty vamp show True Blood.  So much so that's he's made a music video to prove it.  He really love Sookie Stackhouse, guys, and there are some great show-appropriate lyric shout outs and slams in here too.  "Dogg get some love, won’t trick you like Eric and make you drink blood"  Yup. Fact.  "Sam ain’t a man he done turned into a bitch" Also true.  "Bill ain’t for real, he ain’t true blood, Snoop is a G, I smoke true bud.”  For sure. Sookie bling.  Sookie backup dancers.  This is the best ridiculous thing I've seen all week. 

Dear Snoop Dogg - Please make videos like this for all of the television programs you enjoy.  I hear you're a big fan of the BBC's Keeping Up Appearances, that's something everyone wants to see.

Classic.

Thursday, June 17, 2010

Kid Stuffs: Smurfs & Narnia


All I can say is: I'm lucky I was never really a Smurfs kid. I mean, Hollywood has already destroyed Garfield and Alvin & the Chipmunks. If I'd ever really cared about little blue people, I'd be ready to rage as the trailer for their big-screen return looks, well, just as gratingly bad as you might expect.

Speaking of not-so-hot CGI, Narnia is back as well.  The trailer for the Disney's thirds installment of the series-Voyage of the Dawn Treader - has hit the web.  The good news: it looks like a bit of an improvement over the bland Prince Caspian.  The bad news: it still has that dude (Ben Barnes) who played Prince Caspian.  Acting!  He's not the best!  Dawn Treader focuses on the younger Pevensie children (Lucy and Edmund) as they once again find themselves magically transported to their magical second lives (this time with an obnoxious cousin in tow).  Expect more rodents with weapons. Do not expect Eddie Izzard to voice them.  He's been replaced by Bill Nighy.
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Wednesday, June 16, 2010

Review: The A-Team

I love it when a plan comes together.  My plan was: find a friend, go to the theater, see a fun ol' rollicking summer action flick.  My plan came together.  Like magic.  I didn't even have to steal 20 airbags, rig up an elaborate diversion, or hijack a helicopter to do it.  Oh, how simple life is.  Seriously, I love it when a plan comes together. That's an A-Team catchphrase.  I'm assuming it was also a catchphrase on the actual TV series as well, but since the show ran while I was barely conscious...I'd be playing into some huge Wikipedia-based charade if I claimed to know for sure.  Either way, Hannibal Smith (Liam Neeson) and company say it about a million times.  There are a lot of plans coming together in The A-Team.  Elaborate ones that fall like dominoes one after another in a straight line of action from beginning to end credits.  It's the sort of blockbuster action movie that only comes along in the muggy dead of summer.  A few big names, a lot of explosions, and an enjoyable enough shred of story to keep an audience sufficiently entertained....


Tuesday, June 15, 2010

Trailer: Somewhere



The first trailer for Sofia Coppola's film Somewhere.  Coppola is one of my contemporary favorites, her films are always beautiful to behold little jewelry boxes.  Somewhere looks promising, like that which could bring Stephen Dorff back from the dead and into a real, stable, leading-man career.  It may also prove to be that which skyrockets Elle Fanning past her big sister.  Don't get too excited, though, it isn't set to release until December.

Monday, June 14, 2010

Review: Get Him to the Greek

Get Him to the Greek is not Forgetting Sarah Marshall.  Though it's partially a spin-off based on Russell Brand's rock star lothario Aldous Snow from that sun-soaked rom com, you can forget Sarah Marshall.  Aldous Snow already has.  The closest you'll come to the Jason Segel's film is a televised Kristen Bell cameo in which Snow takes a hard look and decides that yes, in fact, he does think he used to have sex with her.  No, Get Him to the Greek is not Forgetting Sarah Marshall.  It's a deep black pit of a comedy where everything potentially sweet is soured and the gods of chaos pummel mercilessly at bruised egos and strikingly somber undertones.  The superficial lure is a madcap buddy comedy of errors, but beware: Get Him to the Greek does not know when to stop. It dives headfirst into music industry excess and transforms suddenly into a frequently unpleasant cautionary tale on the limits of control.  It's also, of course, scathingly funny....

Tony Award Winners

I was sleeping. With little fanfare (or so it seems to me) the Tony Awards happened last night.  Did you know?  I absolutely did not.  I remember taking a  glance at the nominees a little while back, feeling generally unawares, and then forgetting.  Either way... I think this picture of Daniel Radcliffe standing next to a very bizarre looking Katie Holmes says it all.  Look at his face!  He looks perturbed at being dwarfed by Mrs. Tom Cruise and her ill-fitting dress.  Observation: dress too small for boobs.   The bodice looks 100% uncomfortable and boob binding.  I'm also voting a big no on the shoes.  Not working.

Anyhow, when Glee cast members weren't singing, last night's Tony Awards were apparently dominated by film actors.  Scarlett Johansson beat out the competition to win a Best Performance by a Featured Actress in a Play award for her stage debut in A View From the Bridge.  Seeing that she has been repeatedly plagued over the last few years by criticism that she can't offer up the full range of emotion in her acting, her win feels most noteworthy.  Denzel Washington and Catherine Zeta-Jones also took home Tonys for Lead Actor in a Play (Fences) and Lead Actress in a Musical (A Little Night Music), respectively.  The top awards went to a couple shows that were not Green Day related (take that American Idiot! (yeah, I'm not a Green Day fan)).  Best Play went to Red, about the trials and tribulations of artist Mark Rothko.  Best Musical went to 1950's Southern rock n' roll show Memphis.  The Revival honors for Play and Musical were awarded to Fences and the ever-triumphant La Cage aux Folles.

To see the complete list of winners, click here.

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Saturday, June 12, 2010

Wax On, F*ck Off with Ralph Macchio



Gah! I forgot to post this yesterday!  From Funny or Die, a completely brilliant faux doc trailer starring the one TRUE Karate Kid: Ralph Macchio.  I actually think this would make a really good full-length mockumentary.  Somebody do it.

So it is Written...

No, the news isn't that someone painted their nails in celebration of Twitter (though the girl at The Daily Nail definitely did).  The news is of Great Success.  It would seem that New York Times standards editor, Phil Corbett has sent out a memo to staff writers asking them to avoid use of the terms "Twitter" and "tweet" as verbs in reference to Twitter posts.  Corbett points out that these terms are not standard English and I'm pretty sure we're on the same page, because my stuffy English major old lady brain has a small aneurysm every time I find "tweet" and "Twitter" in my news sources.  Corbett instead proposes the obvious alternates: "“use Twitter, post to or on Twitter, write on Twitter, a Twitter message, a Twitter update. Or, once you’ve established that Twitter is the medium, simply use “say” or “write.” [Source]   Hilarious. 

Sports. They're Happening. Glee. That's Over.

It's really hard to keep up with my quota when everything that's going on is so damned athletic.  Honestly world, your fascination with sweaty men running and skating about is exhausting.  It makes me suffer the ennui.  Le sigh.  The good news is that if you're a citizen of the city of Chicago, everyone is in basically the best mood ever since the Blackhawks won the Stanley Cup.  The bad news is that I make it my personal policy to say as little as possible on sports news.  My feigned interest would be nothing if not dishonest. 

What else happened this week?  Not much.  The World Cup is going on.  More sports.  If you're a soccer hooligan for the Dutch  Football Federation, you can pick up this rather clever screaming man 2010 Fifa World Cup t-shirt [via Cool Hunter]...and then not be able to actually catch the action.  Beyond that: Lindsay Lohan's SCRAM bracelet went off at the MTV awards, a lot of people were cast in a lot of movies that you won't care about until at least 2011, and apparently the fickle public is offended in every direction by the "Alejandro" video, which I will continue to enjoy.  Did you notice how I totally avoided post-discussion of the MTV Movie Awards?  Congratulate me for not falling into that trap.  Bonnaroo is also happening.  As we speak, many a hippier hipster in Manchester is waking, baking, hunting down breakfast or sleeping off their 2 AM visit with the Crystal Method. 


Glee ended with a cheesefest.  Journey?  Really?  A Journey medley?  Why am I watching this show?  For the record: I am apparently one of the only people (horrible people, supposedly) who hates Journey.  If I never hear "Don't Stop Believin'" again, my life will be much improved.  I'm so serious about this.  Yes, I'm a fantastic pessimist.  That song doesn't "pump me up".  It doesn't inspire me to sing-a-long. It just makes me want to stop believing in absolutely everything.  Everything.

Other things that would improve my quality of life: no more Matthew Morrison "anything you can do, I can do better" solos.  They're embarrassing to watch and trigger post-traumatic memories of those years when boy bands ruled the world.  Also, it's weird, Glee is the only show that seems to become offensive when attempting to be all-inclusive.  It's like the television equivalent of a too-white suburban grandma or one of those kids who goes on study abroad in college and comes back thinking they're all culturally aware and now have the right to ask invasive questions to strangers with different skin tones or accents.  "Are you from ______?  I spent four months there once. Do you speak ______?  Do you not do/eat/believe _______ then?"  Have you met these people?  Dreadful.  I know Liz Lemon and Jack Donaghy are on record saying graduate students are the worst people, but I'm actually pretty sure the title for worst belongs to these people.  You reach a point where your interest isn't perceived as "interest" but instead as ignorance and intrusion.  I mean, who felt yuck during Quinn's pregnant teen = assumed racial prejudice heart to heart with Mercedes?  Or when Artie's big storyline had less to do with his personality than making him a shallow "oh, I wish my legs worked!" after school special?  There's something insincere about Glee, and it's not always in a camp way.

Popular remains my favorite Ryan Murphy high school show.  Popular was mean.  It developed its characters and when the morals happened, they snuck into plot lines otherwise chock-full of cattiness and bad behavior.  The whole show was made up of mini-Sue Sylvesters.  Even the freaks were frequently at Sue levels.  There was risk in that commentary and it apologized to no one even as it demonstrated exactly what was wrong with the actions of its characters.  I was so mad in 2000 when they cancelled it right on a cliffhanger.  So mad that I think I'd like to express myself through a song....

Scratch that. 

Note to Glee: please never touch funk again.  You, just like Vocal Adrenaline, can't do it either.

Tuesday, June 8, 2010

Seen & Heard: Lady Gaga, Alejandro



Hell. Yes.  Machine gun bras, fascist uniformed militaristic perversion (just a hint of Night Porter), black and white, dark Catholic-bent perversion, Joan of Arc, snow, a splash of Madonna at her best, and so much fashion.  The "Alejandro" video is, surprisingly, the one that comes closest to the mood created by the Hedi Slimane big screen segues in the Monster Ball live show.  While the mix of influences and imagery is a little helter skelter, I love this sort of cold, distant, black and blue aesthetic (though the easy read whites and purples of this blog might suggest otherwise).  The strict contrasts and blend of edgy religious/political undertones (I wouldn't call them fully formed enough to be opinions or stances, I would just call it art) with color saturated de-sexed sexuality makes for a video I absolutely would not have expected to accompany such an upbeat, Ace of Base-y pop song.  Approved.

Monday, June 7, 2010

Insert Cantina Music Here...



Depending on how much you care, you may or may not know that Adidas launched a line of Star Wars themed merch a little while back.  They have an in with George Lucas, and they know how to use it.  They've produced this take on the Mos Eisley Cantina scene as a World Cup 2010 advertisement, and while there's a bit that seems totally random...it's also pretty great.  Behold Daft Punk as droids, Snoop Dogg using a lightsaber and David Beckham being threatened by Greedo, all craftily mixed in with original footage. Technology, isn't it grand?

Thursday, June 3, 2010

RIP: Rue McClanahan

I know I said I wanted to post more this month, but I'd really prefer it if all of my posts weren't obituaries.  Stay alive, everyone.  Stay alive.


Emmy award winning Golden Girls actress Rue McClanahan, who played the oversexed Georgia peach Blanche Devereaux, died today at age 76.  The cause of death has been cited by her manager, Barbara Lawrence, as a brain hemorrhage.  McClanahan had suffered a minor stroke last year after undergoing heart surgery.


McClanahan was a television mainstay whose star turns outside of the Golden Girls (and short-lived spin-off Golden Palace) included long running stays on Mama's Family and alongside Bea Arthur on Maude


Betty White, last Girl standing, has already released a statement, saying ""Rue was a close and dear friend.  I treasured our relationship.  It hurts more than I even thought it would, if that's even possible." [TMZ]


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Wednesday, June 2, 2010

RIP: Louise Bourgeois


You've likely already heard, but it's worth taking note that artist Louise Bourgeois died yesterday at age 98 of heart failure.  Born in France, Bourgeois moved to America in 1938 where she studied painting and pursued a career in art.  Known best for her abstracted sculpture work (including the spider casts Maman) , Bourgeois was a polarizing figure in the art world whose work could be as aggressive as it was organic, as grotesque as it was beautiful.  [source]

June!

Did you have a nice weekend?  I did, though maybe it was more work than I would have liked.  But guess what, guys?  It's June!  Chicago is muggy and alternates between raining too much and being absolutely sweltering, but that's ok because I get to wear sandals instead of boots for awhile.  In the month of May I managed to post more than ever before here.  This month, I'm going to try and top that again and bring you more reviews over at my other blog, Love & Squalor.  We're getting back in the swing of things, as M. is finally recovering from a scary and horrendous bout of illness (seriously, send her good mind waves) and summer blockbuster season is well upon us.  Both blogs are now available to follow on Bloglovin', and you totally should, because it's a shiny way to find new voices and slightly flashier than your standard Google Reader.  Do that.  Help a girl out.  Blogging is a pretty futile business, but it keeps me on task and writing about something with some regularity.  Summer goals: 1. Post the most ever.  2. Finish the two incomplete novels.  3. Effectively prepare for the year of a million weddings.  4. Everything else.  It's a lot.  But too boring to get into here since I don't want to be one of those bloggers who bores you with a to-do list of personal aspirations.  All I can tell you is that yes, empire building is somewhere near the bottom.

So, welcome to the unofficial start of summer.  Here, have a video that brings back memories of felt boards and colorforms.  Those things were pretty great.

Grieves & Budo "Cloud Man" Music Video from Jesse Brown on Vimeo.

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