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Do you get bored of me typing something to the effect of "click the pic"? The only reason I really do it is because once somebody said they needed a magnifying glass in order to read the comic. Or maybe it was that they needed several hard drinks in them before they found my comics somewhat tolerable. You can see why I prefer the first explanation.
Related tune: Fool If You Think It's Over by Chris Rea (mp3 via chrismain.com)
Click the pic, damn you.
Related tune: Who Are You by The Who (mp3 via tarpbg.com)
Postscript: After Primal Fear, Rounders, American History X, and Fight Club, I was the biggest Edward Norton cheerleader on the planet. Heck, the guy should have won two Oscars by my count. But he'd better start making some decent flicks pronto before he gets dangerously close to Julianne Moore territory.
Related tune: Heartbreaker by Dionne Warwick (mp3 via pokemonsux.com)
I shudder to think how they're gonna title the review for this movie...
Related tune: Try A Little Tenderness by Otis Redding (mp3 via the intergalactic jester)
Wow, it's been a little over five months since I last posted on this sweet blog o' mine. In a shocking turn of events, my self-imposed banishment is officially over. Why did I leave in the first place? Shut up, that's why.
Have no fear though, once I get into a good groove and I get a regular following again, I'll be sure to disappear again. My shrink had the nerve to say I had issues with following through on things, but you would have been super-proud when I told her...oh, nevermind.
Ummm...has anything been going on with Mel Gibson since I've been gone? I sent him an invitation to come to my Rosh Hashanah shindig but sadly he didn't R.S.V.P. Instead, he scribbled a note that was kind of hard to read. It was something about responsibility for wars (?) and he addressed me as something that looked like "bike", but with Mel's handwriting, I just couldn't make it out. I hope he's not mad at me or something!
Related tune: Cats In The Cradle by Cat Stevens (Real Audio via Terrific Music)
All in all, I don't really have a problem with the flicks that they picked and I'm admittedly deficient in pre-1950 Best Picture winners. The one glaring standout is American Beauty...they not only dropped the ball, but kicked it down the gutter where it got pricked with a syringe bearing Hepatitis C before being eaten by a pack of feral albino alligators. Right about now you may be thinking, "Hey, you're so damn smart, why don't you come up with a list of your own of the worst Best Picture winners?" You got it, bub. Here goes, in mostly alphabetical order since I'm a giant wussy:
1. Around The World in 80 Days. I'd rather watch the remake. If you've seen the remake, you know what a truly strong statement that is.
2. Chariots Of Fire. It's exactly as boring as you'd think a movie about running would be.
3. Chicago. I'll fully admit, I loathe musicals so I have no objectivity whatsoever here.
4. Forrest Gump. I once broke up with a gal because this was her #1 movie. I'm not a smart man but I know what shite is, Jen-nay.
5. Gigi. Who knew a musical about a pedophile would be excruciating? Last time I take my movie recommendations from Polanski, that's for sure. Also, see #3.
6. Gladiator. The fact that this movie is so beloved vexes me. I'm terribly vexed!
7. My Fair Lady. You know how grating Audrey's voice is for the first half of the movie? The whole movie feels that way to me. Also, see #3.
8. Oliver! The only thing worse than a musical is a musical about orphans. See Annie.
9. Tom Jones. It's like a really, really bad episode of Benny Hill.
10. The English Patient. Elaine Benes said it best when she said "Oh. No. I can't do this any more. I can't. It's too long. Quit telling your stupid story, about the stupid desert, and just die already! Die!!"
And there you have it. Oh, and keeping with the whole Oscar theme here, go and enter my damned Oscar contest if you haven't by now.
Related tune: Thank Heaven For Little Girls (mp3 via ditty.biz)
The latest contest (click) is for some movie called Stay Alive, where the concept is "You die in the game, you die for real." It really doesn't even seem so fictious to me. It wouldn't surprise me one bit that if I keep dying before I make it to the next level of 25 to Life, I'm gonna keel over from screaming and throwing my Sunny D at the television.
Anyhoo, design the poster for the flick, get a whopping 10 DVDs and a signed poster to boot. Yawn. Isn't that what they pay graphic designers for? Soon it'll be "Come up with the concept for our Rush Hour 3 movie, and win two free rentals from Blockbuster and as many Goobers as you can shove in your mouth in 60 seconds!"
What's even more offensive than the fact that they're taking away jobs from people in the movie industry, to be honest, is that they never, ever pick my designs. The people who judge these things are more picky than those The New Yorker bastards. Well, those Stay Alive people won't be able to deny my creative genius on this one. Since I love you guys so much, I'll let you have a sneak peek at my entry right here.
But please, tempting as it may be, don't steal it and pass it off as your own. That just wouldn't be right, and I've been doing mouth stretching exercises of late so I can cram the maximum amount of Goobers in my gob.
(via Flick Addict)
Related tune: Staying Alive by The Bee Gees (Windows Media via icdmusic.com)
That sound you hear is e.e. cummings turning over in his grave. Vehemently.
date movie
pity hannigan
she never should have stuck that
flute up her hoo hoo
eight below
caucasian snow dogs
you know, i wish feral dogs
would eat paul walker
freedomland
moore blames bad black man
methinks she's hiding something
susan smith's fave flick!
Related tune: Baby You Can Drive My Car by The Beatles (mp3 via ericandrolmen.com)
If you're one of those Brokeback Mountain fans who obsessively collects all things BM related and you've got an extra $30,000 laying around the house, have I got news for you! Variety, The Children's Charity, is holding a charity auction on eBay (via)for the real shirts worn by Health & Jake during the "summer winter lovin'" part of the flick. You know, the two shirts, hanging as one in the closet (ahem) at the end of the movie? Now they can hang proudly in your own closet, with the original stains in 'em and everything. Don't worry, if you don't have an extra $30,000 laying around the house, I hear that you can live a pretty decent life with just one kidney. Personally, I plan to buy the shirts so I can wear 'em, maybe play some dress 'up, and put on a little play for my class. Here's a sneak preview of the dialogue, 'specially for you:
Jack: Man, oh man, do your beans suck.
Ennis: Not as much as your harmonica playing, bro!
Jack: Bite me. You know who I hate? Our boss.
Ennis: Me too. I'm tired of him giving us the stinkeye.
Jack: You know, he kind of looks like Cousin Eddie to me if you squint right.
Ennis: Who?
Jack: Cousin Eddie! Does the movie Vacation ring a bell?
Ennis: Dude, it's like, 1962.
Jack: Oops, my bad. Hey, I'm bored. Wanna stem the rose?
Ennis: I have no idea what that expression means.
Jack: You'll like it. Trust me on this.
Ennis: Would it make me queer? Cuz I ain't no queer.
Jack: Certainly not.
They proceed to engage in some rough, passionate rose stemming.
Randy Quaid: I knew it! On a totally unrelated note, do you boys have any Hamburger Helper?
Finis.
I'll have to show this to my buddy Max Fischer...I'm sure he'll deem it worthy enough to be performed by his players!
Related tune: Mammas Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Cowboys by Willie Nelson and Matchbox 20 (real audio via aol)
That sound you hear is e.e. cummings turning over in his grave. Vehemently.
curious george
dumbass george makes mess
older white dude runs the show
does this ring a bell?
final destination 3
bad things come in threes
some death should not be cheated
time to pull the plug
firewall
ford used to smile some
now he's grumpy McAnal
hang it up, indy
the pink panther
this remake features
steve martin and beyonce
my eighth ring of hell
Related tune: Poetry Man by Phoebe Snow (mp3 via barabbi.org)
There are some movie scripts that people request the hell out of on a daily basis, and Brokeback Mountain is one of 'em. Every day, another heart gets broken when I let them know that alas, I do not have this screenplay yet. Or worse, the e-mail gets buried in spam, I never see it, and the person probably deems me a wanker and vows to punch me in the kidney when I'm not looking. This hasn't happened yet, but I'm especially cautious of any stranger who's in slugging proximity of this mighty sensitive organ.
Long story somewhat shorter, a fella who asked to be called Jack (brokebacklvr@yahoo.com) was kind enough to throw me a dialogue script of Brokeback. Basically, it's a transcription of all the words in the flick, and that's it. Bare bones to the hilt. Dialogue scripts are a mixed bag; some people love 'em, some think they're the Antichrist. I think of 'em as a Saltine cracker. I'd much rather have a Ritz, but if I'm hungry enough, it ain't half bad. And it's better than, y'know, starving.
This is why I'm not paid to make analogies.
Anyhoo, check out the dialogue version of the Brokeback Mountain Script.
And even better is the Warm Springs script (the real deal), courtesy of Babs. It just won the WGA award a few days ago, so you know it's good readin'.
And for those of you who say I never mention scripts on the blog, there you have it.
On a side note, I learned today that James Frey wrote the excruciating Jason Lee/David Schwimmer flick known as Kissing A Fool.
In my book, this is a much more heinous crime than the whole "liar, liar!" nonsense; why didn't Oprah nail him to the cross for this crime against humanity?
And if you haven't entered yet, there's still loads of time to enter the "Predict The Oscars...Poorly" contest!
Related tune: Sugar Mountain by Neil Young (flash via thebmrant.com)
Click the pic to enlarge, yadda yadda.
Related tune: Against All Odds by Phil Collins (mp3 via musicadesite.do.sapo.pt)
The story.
Related tune: Love Is A Battlefield by Pat Benatar (mp3 via nightstoneunlimited.com)
That sound you hear is e.e. cummings turning over in his grave. Violently.
something new
sanaa needs a man
boy toy trumps race/class issues
girl gets her swirl on
when a stranger calls
meh - been there, done that
jamster ads are scarier
this rose ain't got jack
And that, as they say, is that. Might as well just stay home and rent Corpse Bride or Bubble.
Don't forget to enter Drew's "Predict The Oscars...Poorly" Contest which you have a much better chance of winning than your rigged office pool.
Related tune: Don't Talk To Strangers by Rick Springfield (flash via le site de DJ Seb-G)
Everybody has a prediction contest that rewards you for being an Oscar expert; this is the one contest that rewards you for your ignorance! Plus, I'm givin' away a massive prize pack on this one, so move your lazy derriere and enter today!
Before I change my mind and keep all this cool stuff for myself, I mean.
Related tune: It's Hard Out Here For A Pimp from Hustle & Flow (Real Audio via al7an.com )
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