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i love the interwebs, part eleventy

Sunday, April 20th, 2008

Pulp Elizabethan Fiction:

J: Your pardon; did I break thy concentration?
Continue! Ah, but now thy tongue is still.
Allow me then to offer a response.
Describe Marsellus Wallace to me, pray.
B: What?
J: What country dost thou hail from?
B: What?
J: Thou sayest thou dost hail from distant What?
I know but naught of thy fair country What.
What language speak they in the land of What?
B: What?
J: English, base knave, dost thou speak it?
B: Aye!
J: Then hearken to my words and answer them!
Describe to me Marsellus Wallace!

Much more here.

ghostriding the MRAP

Saturday, March 29th, 2008

in case you haven’t been privvy to “ghost-riding the whip”, for background, here’s the original source of inspiration, my personal favorite interpretation (ghost ride the delorean), and now, ghost-riding the MRAP (via jalopnik):

Favorite comment from this thread:

“OK, soldier, so at the time of the IED detonation, where did you say Major Evans was?”

“He was krumping sir. Or possibly clowning. I’m not positive. It was dark.”

Diggers

Friday, April 13th, 2007

I don’t know if this movie’s gonna be any good or not, but it’s good to see Ken Marino getting some work innit?

You do know who Ken Marino is, right?

p.s. I also like Paul Rudd and Maura Tierney, E.R. notwithstanding.

I was wrong…

Monday, February 19th, 2007

It happens, sadly.

I had predicted (last year, in this post, if you must check me) that the next movie made in the Chronicles of Narnia series would be The Magician’s Nephew.

In part, I was basing this on the knowledge that the producers were not going to do all 7, but it seems now that they may be focusing on those books which feature the Pevensie family.

I see the point, but it saddens me a bit, as I really enjoy The Magicians Nephew and would like to see it in film…

Oh well… I can hold out a sliver of hope.

Scathing Indeed

Friday, February 9th, 2007

You know how you can dissolve sugar in water, but only up to a point? It’s called saturation and once you get there, the sugar just falls out of the water and collects on the bottom of the receptacle.

I bring this up because I’m curious if a similar effect might be seen as regards sarcasm in writing. Dustin Rowles gets as close as I’ve ever seen to testing that theory in his review of Norbit over at Pajiba. Honestly, the sarcasm is precipitating.

Moving on, i think the preview for Judd Apatow’s upcoming Knocked Up looks pretty damn good. I’m seeing it.

Finally, this is not ok with me. Not one bit.

Children Of Men

Tuesday, December 26th, 2006

I just went to see this as a final jab at the long weekend. I’ll leave off giving details and point you towards Daniel Carlson’s pretty well spot on review here.

The only word I’d use that he doesn’t is “harrowing.” My god, but I feel like I’ve been stretched thin and twisted and flattened and shot and drenched by rain and chased. You really, truly, feel this one… Cuarón pulls no punches, deftly maintaining a level of emotional intensity that teeters just at the apex where despair meets penetrating, heart-wrenching hope. I’m probably kinda repeating what Daniel wrote now, and also belying the second sentence above, so I’ll sum it up in just two words :

Incredible film.

p.s. The Regal Cinema down in Atlantic Station might well be the worst designed theater I’ve ever set foot in. The thing’s like a year old and already feels shabby and dim, there are these narrow escalators up and down depressing, dirty, undecorated white hallways and the lobby’s barely big enough to accommodate the number of patrons. The Regal 24 on NE Expy is an absolute joy comparatively, but this is the only theatre in town that was showing this tonight. Chalk that up as one more link in the long chain of absolute disappointments that is Atlantic Station.

300

Friday, December 8th, 2006

I just heard about this movie today. At first, I thought some fool had paid a little too much attention to Tom Cruise’s philosophizing on Thermopylae during the final scenes of The Last Samurai.

But I find myself, surprisingly, thinking this is apt to be one hell of a badass movie. The trailers are well cut and engaging and the visuals incredible. Plus, Nine Inch Nails’ Just Like You Imagined — which, while I can’t place it, I feel like has been used elsewhere lately — sets it off pretty much perfectly.

Anyway, check it out. Teaser trailer here, full trailer here.

Obviously, this is not the place for you if you’re looking for subtlety… this is an adaptation of Frank Miller’s interpretation of Herodotus, et al. It’s over the top and stylized and perhaps a bit hammy, but I bet the battle scenes are freaking awesome.

Yaar.

Real IM conversations, vol. 6

Wednesday, August 23rd, 2006

This one’s actually an older conversation that I happened across, but I thought it was worth sharing, so, here it is (slightly edited, because revisionist history is what i’m about):

Oh yeah, KAFWIPC stands for “K’s Awesome Friend Who’s In the Peace Corps”, for the record.

KAFWIPC : Sarlacc Pit
KAFWIPC : who the hell?
KAFWIPC : yeah, not sure i’d know what that was even if i’d BEEN in the US, so…
k : the sarlacc pit is the sand creature from Star Wars
KAFWIPC : ah, yes, the one from star wars i’m remembering
k : you know, the one with all the teef
KAFWIPC : hehe
KAFWIPC : what i really need to do is watch stars wars all 6 straight through
k : you mean all 3
k : there are only 3
KAFWIPC : um… no
KAFWIPC : what are 1, 2, and 3?
k : uncompleted concepts?
k : scripts?
k : i don’t know
k : but i’m sure george lucas didn’t trample my childhood and disgrace himself by making them into films
KAFWIPC : …

people more awesome than r, part deux

Tuesday, August 8th, 2006

1) Mr. Rogers. At a time when public broadcasting was under attack (much like today), Mr. Rogers, then in his thirties, went in front of the applicable appropriation committee and turned its scrooge chairman’s heart from stone. Absolutely stirring in delivery:

2) Marx Brothers. I’m not sure which one of the ‘brothers’ this is, but the artistry and creativity shown here blows my mind:

Spread the word, Anaconda rules.

Tuesday, July 25th, 2006

A conversation I just had with my awesome cousin, who keeps it quite real.

k : of all my friends, only g and The Lady g agree about how great Soul Man is
k’s cousine : yes, my love of anaconda is shared only by my friend lisa
k’s cousine : we actually went to anacondas on it’s opening day in hopes it would be worse/better, but it was just bad
k : haha
k’s cousine : i’d like to have a website where people nominate thier best worst movies….like the date movies they just did on pajiba….it was a good read
k : yeah
k : that would be sweet
k : “movies that i know suck, but bite me, i love them anyway”
k’s cousine : there is actually a line in anaconda where owen wilson says “we don’t know shit about the shit we’re in out here. but you know who does? that guy.”
k’s cousine : who writes that??!
k : hahaha, LOL
k : that’s fucking great
k’s cousine : see. you know you just want to go out and rent it right now.
k : i really do, sadly
k’s cousine : ice cube is in it, come on!
k’s cousine : he carries around a boombox
k’s cousine : he wants a six pack and a cell phone
k’s cousine : there’s a snobby british guy
k’s cousine : sorry, clearly my love for anaconda knows no bounds
k : i think i might have to post exceprts of this conversation on the supernicety
k’s cousine : lol sweet
k’s cousine : spread the word
k’s cousine : anaconda rules

Verbiage

Monday, July 24th, 2006

A few things that have been pending lately that relate to words and their various uses.

Firstly, one of my favorite new web sites : The Word Nerds. My appreciation for this ought to be quite obvious to anyone who knows me… it’s just so very like me. Their latest podcaast discusses fustian language and considering how frequently I’m accused of being willfully obtuse in my word choice (a complete untruth), I couldn’t help but share.

As it happens, they cover 2 of the major reasons I tend towards uncommon or, occasionally, somewhat unwieldy terms. Of course, I won’t deny that it is, in some small part, to sound smart. I’d be lying if I claimed otherwise, and I don’t do that. Nonetheless, that’s far the lesser reason, overshadowed by these others.

First and foremost, sometimes you just can’t express yourself without using a particular word, or at least without resorting to lengthy, inelegant sentences. Frequently, my choice of a word is based on the fact that it’s simply the most appropriate to the particular situation.

The second reason these self-described nerds cover involves the use of such language as a means to educate or, as they say it, “raise the cultural bar.” I am guilty of this as well. I like to use tough words, because I like to keep them in circulation. I like that people may have to crack the dictionary to keep up with me occasionally. It’s a little arrogant, perhaps, but I don’t care… language is a wonderful thing and I want people to get a sense of that.

I actually have a fourth reason that may or may not be implicit, but I will share it anyway. I love words. I enjoy learning new ones. I enjoy explaining their meanings. I love finding just the right word or phrase. I say this may be implicit because it’s sort of foundational to all the others reasons I’ve given… who else but someone with a particular affection for words would act this way? Or buy expensive multi-volume dictionaries? No one, that’s who.

My next topic is Scrabble®, the venerable crossword game, and one of my favorite pastimes these days. I’ve played several games with g and The Lady g and we keep careful track of our scores over time in order to see how we’re improving (or not, as the case may be). I had been losing to g consistently until the arrival of my father’s old 1970’s era board, with turntable and dark wood tiles and effective tile stays. Something about playing on that real board woke my latent skills and I have won the last 2 games.

There are pictures of the final boards here and here.

In the first, I managed to clear my rack and achieve an 84 point turn (by far my personal best) with the word “obliges”… gotta love that 50 point bonus.

The second board represents a lightning round, in which g and I only had 1 minute to place a word and The Lady g 2 minutes (English being a second language for her). It ended up quite an interesting game, much better than most, and I barely eked out a win, triumphing only because I closed the board and g lost 1 point from his single remaining tile.

I find it all quite engaging.

I hesitate to post this last item because shameless self-promotion is not really my thing. Nonetheless, I shall provide the following link, with attendant shame, and say only that you few readers may find my words elsewhere on the internets this day. It’s very exciting to me.

See, here.

V for Vendetta

Tuesday, April 4th, 2006

I don’t feel the need to write about every movie I see. Doing so would bore everyone, for one thing, but also I figure this is a forum that doesn’t typically require my voice. That being said, I’m compelled to offer up some points about this one. I’ll try not to spoil, but if you’re the sort who doesn’t want to know anything about a movie before seeing it, well, fuck, you should know better than to read a review.

Pajiba’s recent review of V for Vendetta summed it up towards the top with the words “fucking brilliant”. I rather think a more accurate condensation of the movie is “brick to the face”. Contradictory as this may sound, describing it that way isn’t meant to deter anyone from seeing it… quite the contrary.

Let me explain.

First of all, the film is visually striking. The obvious comparison to the green tinted underworld feeling of The Matrix is a completely valid one. I’m reminded too of the chiaroscuro of Dark City, or of Blade Runner, but less dirty. It’s a wonderful mix of black, white and muted greys, slashed through with bright color. The special effects are thankfully kept well reined and tasteful for the most part, but the most obvious effect they did create - a sort of contrail for V’s knives - was actually sort of distracting, I thought. Still, given my well known proclivities, I was very much impressed with the atmosphere and technical aspects of the film. The boldness of the presentation markedly reinforces the content of the film’s story.

The actors were good across the board, fitting to their roles. Hugo Weaving did a fine job of not sounding like a masked Agent Smith or Elrond, while maintaining the impact of his voice. Of course, everyone knows that Natalie Portman is a great actress (in spite of George Lucas’ attempts to destroy her), but her work here brought me back to the first time I saw her in Léon - The Professional. Léon is among my very favorite movies, so it’s no surprise that I was captivated by her portrayal of Evey.

As far as the story goes, the first word that sprung to mind as I walked from the theater was “unsubtle”, and I’ve come up with no better term since then. It’s been written here and there that the movie wound up as a thinly veiled commentary on the Bush administration and Tony Blair’s government in England. Let me say it outright: there’s no veil of any kind. It would be quite false to claim that bashing Bush was the point of this movie, but there’s nothing hidden about the fact that someone is extremely displeased with the handling of 9/11, the GWOT and so on. In one scene a character reveals his secret cache of banned historical artifacts, where we see a flag on the wall emblazoned with “COALITION OF THE WILLING”, against a mashup of the British, US and Nazi flags. I call that unequivocal.

Also, the oppressive regime of V’s England is pretty clearly the product of warped Christian Fundamentalism, having banned Islam, Homosexuality, and anything prurient (unless you’re powerful) along with freedom and dissent. This has it’s own echoes, certainly.

You can go too far with the analogy, and I feel that a number of commentators have, as with claiming a clear implication that the 9/11 attacks were staged. Even in a movie as blatant as this, I’m not sure that analysis is borne out. Still, there’s no denying that the vision we see here is meant to look familiar to those of us who are regularly distressed by what we read in the news, and see happening in the world around us.

Whether the film ends on an encouraging note or not is left to the viewer, but I feel comfortable saying that there is a purposeful glory to the violence throughout the film. In what seems to be the only really subtle point (or perhaps it’s merely muddled), it’s not clear if we are meant to reject this attitude or revel in it.

At any rate, I think the most interesting question raised by V for Vendetta in my mind comes down to whether people are likely in this world to be moved by subtlety or cleverness, or if a brick in the face is the only thing that will get their attention. Perhaps there’s a metaphor there, another level of the debate between the use of diplomacy and the use of violence as a means to an end.

“It just got a little easier to be a pimp”

Sunday, March 5th, 2006

“For those of you keeping score at home: Martin Scorcese 0, Three-six Mafia 1.”
– Jon Stewart, hosting the Oscars

Today’s movie quote…

Monday, February 20th, 2006

Eben : “I’d be lost without you, Jennie…”

Jennie : “Oh, don’t say that, we can’t both of us be lost.”

Yes, I do have a sappy side…

You know what, screw it…

Wednesday, January 18th, 2006

I’m just gonna come out with it. The Living Daylights is my favorite Bond film. OK? Ok.

People who hate on Timothy Dalton are just plain wrong… like people who drive PT Cruisers or think Steven King is among our finest authors. He’s got style, the right accent, the right attitude and he doesn’t do that pansy-ass judo-chop that all the earlier Bonds seem to be stuck on. Also, he’s just the right mix of cold blooded killer, lech, and suave ladies man. I mean, people are entitled to their opinions, of course, but they have to recognize that those opinions are generally incorrect. I’m just sayin.

The rest of the film is good too. I’m not gonna get into it, but seriously, it’s badass. Also, it has BY FAR the best theme song. It perfectly fits the late eighties vibe and offers a lot of good material to bring into the film at various points and tempos. Yeah, that’s right.

So that’s that. I just had to make that statement tonight.