Mar 102009
 

rorschach-watchmen-posterBy now, you’ve probably heard of a little movie called Watchmen. It’s based on an excellent graphic novel by Alan Moore, the man responsible for V for Vendetta, The League of Extraordinary Gentleman and From Hell. All of those have been turned into somewhat successful movies, but none of them (except for maybe V for Vendetta) really captured the whole look and feel of a graphic novel. Watchmen does this, and achieves this feat with style, intense action, and yes, an unnecessary amount of blue penis.

But I digress. You probably want to know some background on this wild and wacky story. The easiest way to explain it is to think about it this way: Watchmen tells the story of people in the 1980s who put on “super hero” costumes, go outside, and beat up bad guys. Eventually it comes to the conclusion that you have to be a tad bit of a psychopath to even try playing dress up/murder. None of these guys actually have any powers, save for the owner of the blue penis, Dr. Manhattan (Billy Crudup, who actually gives a soul to this blue muscly man), who has all powers. The good Dr. sees time like an ocean; he can experience the past as clearly as the present or the future. Oh, and he can manipulate all matter, i.e. make mofos explode by thinking it. Neat!  Next up you’ve got your short, muscled, masked guy, who is basically insane, called Rorschach (how do you perceive him, good or bad? ooooh), played expertly by Jackie Earle Haley who was oh so great/creepy in Little Children. Rounding out the cast we have a guy who is an expert in technology named Owly Mc Owlerson, the token babe who is just trying to live up to her mom’s legacy, and The Smartest Man in the World. I didn’t make that title up, Matthew Goode is Adrian Veidt / Ozymandias, the guy who smartly commercialized his super-exploits, and his comrades for a hefty profit, making him an eccentric billionaire. Continue reading »

 
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So the Oscars™®© or Academy Awards™®© were last night, and damn them if they didn’t decide to shake shit up a little bit. Some of the awards were predictable, but the show sure wasn’t.

First of all, I had no idea until that motherfarkin’ Barbara Walters Special aired that g’d love-him-yet-hate-him Hugh Jackman was hosting. That guy is a freakin’ conundrum, isn’t he? One minute he’s cutting mofos up in the trailer to Wolverine, then, the next minute, he dances, sings, and charms his way into your heart. He was a pretty good host, I think. Charming, not on screen too much (at one point someone quipped that he was napping) and when he was there, he did a dance or some shit, which was entertaining enough, and of course he’d pull Beyoncé or someone else out of thin air to help him out. He didn’t even make a long boring monologue, just made some dumb jokes. He gets a pass; host 12 times.

My favorite addition was definitely having 5 past award recipients say something nice about the nominees, instead of just a camera cutting to them when the presenter is speaking their name. This was a nice touch, and really let you reflect on the history of the awards, and what it means to win those coveted acting awards. Continue reading »

Feb 182009
 

thumb-hildebrandstevec2004Well, he didn’t answer my question, anyways. Steve was the Deputy National Campaign Manager for now President Barack Obama. He gave a pretty nice talk on Tuesday night to a group of eager college kids, weird community members, and the rest of the people who were lucky enough to actually hear about this event. (Thanks, College Democrats, for sucking ass at things like PRESS RELEASES)

Regardless, it was a really cool event. We were actually the first group he’d given his speech to, which included an extensive (albeit slightly boring) PowerPoint presentation, and a too-short Q&A session on the end. I was able to get in one question, to which he didn’t have a response. It was: “What was your favorite endorsement?” I don’t know how he couldn’t come up with an answer, honestly. He just stood there thinking for a good 45 seconds or so before I finally offered up, “What about Oprah?” which caused him to reveal an interesting tidbit that I had never really though about before right then. Oprah is a blessing and a curse; mainly because she elevated the “Celebrity” status of Obama, which was the very thing that McCain’s attack dogs latched onto shortly afterward. However, Oprah did do wonders for his street cred and his standing with women. I attended an event with Oprah, Obama, and of course Gale, in USC’s football stadium last January. It forever changed the way I thought about politics, to say the least, and was probably one of the most inspiring days of my life. Steve ended his lecture without ever actually answering my question, so I’m going to see if I can contact him via email… Continue reading »

 

WARNING: SPOILERS FOLLOW.

I have to admit that I’ve been a fan of Heroes ever since I watched the first episode on DVD through Netflix. The first season stands head and shoulders above most serialized network television dramas/comedies/action-adventures/whatever. However, the second season is probably the most overwrought piece of shit I’ve ever seen. They spend 65 episodes in feudal Japan to set up a love triangle and rivalry, all while introducing 256,023 new character that add little if anything to the story. Great. After the disastrous second season, which was gracefully cut short by the writer’s strike, they started regaining a little steam with their third season, until, of course, they took a turn towards repetition, towards repetition, towards repetition, and bad acting, and unthinkable character moves, giving people powers, taking powers away, making Suresh into the fucking FLY, etc.

Anyways, none of that past stuff really matters, because, well, it’s in the past.  Now, Tim Kring (Heroes creator) must have watched a few too many episodes of X-men the Animated Series, or something, because he basically stole their entire plot, minus a few details for Season 3 part 2. This isn’t necessarily a bad thing because it brings some much-needed darkness back to the series, provides an interesting new villain in the form of the entire US Government, places Nathan Petrelli in the center of everything as the guy pulling the strings with the help of a few badasses like that-guy-from-Iceland-or-wherever-who-is-always-a-villain-on-tv-shows-like-24-or-whatever, named Danko of all things, and of course 76,000,000 dudes with black masks on and submachine guns. Coooool. Continue reading »

 

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Well, I was an iTunes lovin’ mofo ever since I got my new Macbook Pro. Key word there, “was” because after my lovely student worker Bob informed me of Mozilla’s new open-source music program, appropriately called Songbird I’m afraid I’ve been permanently swayed. Continue reading »

 

wrestler-poster-final-medsizeDarren Aronofsky new movie, The Wrestler will punch you in the throat, bodyslam you and then top-rope-flying-headbutt your ass straight into next week. This is all possible because of some truly fantastic performances by Mickey Rourke, as 80′s Wrestling Superstar Randy ‘The Ram’ Robinson, Marisa Tomei as Cassidy, the aging stripper/mom, and Evan Rachel Wood as Randy’s estranged daughter, Stephanie. This movie is about as realistic as movies get; the cinematography by Maryse Alberti (Taxi to the Dark Side) is top-notch, the score by frequent Aronofsky collaborator Clint Mansell is haunting and effective, and the script by former Onion writer Robert D. Siegel is punchy, unpredicatble and heartfelt.

The story is initially very basic, but there are a few good twists thrown in too. Randy works as a stock guy during the week and wrestles the independent circuit on the weekend. His matches are usually given main event status, and in the locker room he’s treated as a god. It is during those brief minutes in the ring that Randy truly feels alive. Broke, locked out of his trailer and in declining health, Randy appears close to ruin at every turn. After a particularly brutal match, curtosey of a small promotion called Combat Zone Wrestling, Randy is left shattered, unsure of his place in the world.

He tries to make a real connection with Cassidy the stripper, and they develop a strange romance; but it seems doomed from the offset, because even if they aren’t in th strip club, Cassidy thinks of him as a paying customer. Eventually, with a little help from Cassidy, Randy attempts to reconcile his relatonship with his daughter; the only picture he has of her is about 8 years old, he obviously has been estranged from her for quite some time. When they do get together, their emotional bond leaps off the screen; when they fight, you feel it all the way to your toes. This is really powefull acting here, folks. Mickey Rourke has already won a Golden Globe and a BAFTA for Best Actor. Continue reading »

 

So I plop down on my comfortable bed around, well, 10 pm this past Sunday Night. Don’t worry, this isn’t going to turn into some Penthouse Forum letter…

Anyways, MTV2 has a completely new lineup for Sunday. I think they might be trying to compete with Adult Swim and let me tell you, at least for me, it worked!

The first show I saw was called [Rob Dyrdek's Fantasy Factory.]

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No Country for Old Men (2007)Last week I went to see the Coen Brothers’ newest release, No Country for Old Men. I am a huge fan of their previous work, but this film is a far cry from The Big Lebowski or O Brother Where Art Thou. No Country is their darkest production to date, making Fargo seem like Howdy Doody in comparison.

The movie opens with the a mysterious killer named Anton Chigurh (an astonishingly scary Javier Bardem) being arrested and taken to jail. While waiting to be processed, he promptly escapes custody by strangling to death his arresting officer. Cold, calculating, and with a moral compass that is thought provoking, he’s one of the scariest killers ever put on film.

The plot really kicks into gear when a fellow named Llewelyn Moss, portrayed excellently Josh Brolin (American Gangster), comes across a drug deal-turned-shootout in the desert, and makes off with 2 million in cash. The rest of the film follows Llewelyn’s desparate attempt to keep the money that Anton Chigurh is so determined to keep for himself.

The most intense thing about the movie, other than the countless murders, is the complete lack of music. The only sound in the first 15 minutes or so are the background noises: no music or dialog. Following that, the only music in the entire movie is a mariachi band playing on the streets of Mexico. As usual, the cinematography is excellent; the stark shots of Texas landscape at the opening set the mood perfectly for the scenes which follow.

The killer rarely speaks, leaving dead bodies in his wake with no real rhyme or reason.In true Coen Brothers fashion, the film is not without its (small) share of dark humor. The deputy sheriff provides the only comic character in the film, and Tommy Lee Jones delivers some clever lines throughout. Though not intended to be funny, Milton from Office Space makes an small appearance, sans glasses and red Swingline stapler. The typical Coen cast: John Goodman, Steve Buscemi, John Turturro, etc. is nowhere to be found here, but this movie is anything but typical.

There is plenty of blood, so beware if you are squeamish. If you are able to handle violence, then get yourself to the theatre, and get ready of a ride you won’t forget any time soon. No Country is a technical masterpiece of a thriller; I guarantee that you’ll leave the theatre with a newfound appreciation for the simplicity of your peaceful, murder-free life.

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