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RIP Jeff Conaway. You are in heaven now, keeping the Drazi angels and the Pak’ma’ra angels from killing each other.
Stereogum still works great, though! If you have something bitter and hateful to say about Bon Iver or Odd Future, you’ll find lots of good company in the most commented threads!
It’s more than a little embarrassing that they basically had the title of the comic in the dialogue, right? Did Tintin really need to wonder about what sort of Secrets the Unicorn might contain?! I only hope Speilberg goes all-in and has the last line of the film something like “Well Snowy, I sure am glad we found out the Secret of the Unicorn!” Roll credits.
Also for the record, I don’t think JK Rowling ripped off Diana Wynne Jones. Just saying, if you go down that route, I think it’s a little more apt.
For the record, it’s Diana Wynne Jones she rips off more than Roald Dahl.
Seconded on the nice words for TV. I have some friends who work in reality TV, and I have lots of respect for them as storytellers (they all work as producers). So much of the “reality” TV that we watch today still has story arcs, and so there is a storytelling of a different kind going on here, maybe not the kind that is scripted out by a writer before hand, but storytelling just the same. And the amount of unwatchable and boring footage that gets sifted through just to create an engaging 15-minute moment on one of these TV shows is more work than some people imagine.
I should come back here more often, cause I missed Mans guest blogging. Great job Mans!
Sorry this is so late.
Was it just my imagination, or was the little scamp wearing the wheel shoes? Cause if so that fall must have busted up those shoes pretty bad. I mean, he’s probably gonna have to buy a whole new pair, poor little guy.
A Wrinkle in the Ocarina of Time.
It’s a bit of a stretch.
Aldomania! Boy is it nice to meet other curmudgeons on the world webbings.
You should absolutely be tooting that horn like Miles on Bitches Brew (the real # 1 drug album), cause that Verve comment was solid gold. And though I didn’t say anything in the post, I did upvote it multiple times from multiple computers.
I thought a lot about this as soon as I read Gabe’s statement about how the show is live every week, and how it needs to pull off something huge every time and cetera. And to your point about having it taped every week, and the first seasons that you can watch on Netflix and everything, I just think it’s amazing what SNL has become as compared with what it started out as. It seems like in the early days, it was a send-up of the dying art of live TV as spectacle, the sort of George Burns and Gracie Allen type thing. You can see this manifest in the older episodes where they have these old guards of live TV on the show, trying to interact with a show that mocks what they once did with cheap sets, intentionally poor production values, and absurdist humor. Take a look at the old Milton Berle episode, where he should be a show-biz legend able to pull off a show like that in his sleep, instead he’s awkward, crass, unfunny, borderline racist, and pretty openly hostile with a lot of the cast. So what was my point? Right, that SNL seems like a herculean feat now, but I suppose it is only in the context of now, and that the live TV spectacle was once more common, and what supported a lot of the original mockery on the show. But SNL is a beast unto itself, as Chris Trash mentions, so there’s really no way to change. Pity SNL, unable to change and so unable to get back to being a hip television alternative to the status quo. I mean, they once had Sun Ra as the musical guest!
I’m just upset because apparently, this is the new Stravinsky. One day a graduate thesis will be written about how Brokencyde helped to usher in the post-post-post-modern era of music, and the riots that ensued on the Videogum comment boards.
True, but I think the overall point of the film is the same whether Mr Brainwash is simply a Banksy front or not.
You’ve got to see them in the theater! I can still recall seeing The New World, and during that shot where the boat approaches the swamps of Virginia, and the overture from The Rheingold is playing, oh that’s something marvelous when writ large across the sky, my friend.
I say existential crises because, as I realized watching the trailer, I am in a much different place than I was when The Thin Red Line came out. And this one seems to be such an all-encompassing film (which, honestly, other Malick films certainly were as well, but none of them were so grounded in contemporary life as this one seems to be) that I’m actually nervous about where it will take me.
Also, I think that I’m investing far too much in a film. And yes, Thin Red Line is my favorite.
My favorite TV moment of 2010 was when I re-watched Babylon 5 on Netflix streaming. I even kind of enjoyed some of the first season episodes!
Yes! Just saw that on Kottke. Ever since The Thin Red Line took a black cat to my frontal lobe, I’ve been a die-hard Malick defender, which can get difficult sometimes.
But Tree of Life, I almost feel like I will need to watch this in the comfort of my own home, because I like to have my existential crises on my own time, thank you very much.
Tis the truth. I was having a conversation with a co-worker at a holiday office party many moons ago, and she asked the age-old question of which superpower you would want to have: flight or invisibility. I chose flight, because that is a fucking gift! When I fly in an airplane I’m so excited I can barely sit still, and I spend the entire time staring out the window like a baby because you are 30,000 feet in the air! How could you give that up?
But then she said no, I was lying. That we would all choose invisibility because then we could sneak around and watch celebrities have sex with each other. So there is plenty of allure to the cult of celebrity.
How many times do we have re-watch Hitchcock’s favorite plot painfully acted by aging demi-gods? At least Hitchcock got the humor right, and most importantly in his films he made it extremely hard for the unwilling hero to actually kill or even temporarily hurt the bad guys. Give me Jimmy Stewart awkwardly running away from two nameless thugs over Johnny Depp destroying the Russian Embassy with one well-placed bullet any day of the week.
Does anyone else find that as they get older, the ultra-serious or suspenseful films from the old days have actually become quite funny? I find myself laughing often at Hitchcock films, and even plenty of Kubrick as well. Why do I find Eyes Wide Shut to be kind of hilarious now?
Thanks you two. And you know, I’ve been in and out of a few bands that are still playing in some respect, and a part of me wants one of them to make it REALLY big just so that I can be the Pete Best for a new generation, as if I would derive some perverse pleasure out of being King of the Almosts.
Wait…this is my therapist’s office, isn’t it?
Or how about the Ghost of Pete Best’s Career?
I am not proud of myself right now.
I dunno, it seems like the movies are finally starting to be a bit more faithful to how completely bonkers the original cartoon was. Watching that old stuff with the benefit of critical faculties, I’m not sure how I enjoyed it at all, though the intense Lucky Charms sugar high no doubt helped.
!!! Kop! I commit no transgression!
I’m sorry, I must strongly disagree with this nomination. I will concede that sometimes the dialogue is a little ham fisted, but there are some great meditations on aging and growing apart from your family in that film. It might not deliver yucks every ten seconds, but I think it still ranks as a great film.
The “Ka-ZAM!” Sunday comic on that page, that includes a real gem of a Coconino County-esque landscape, and is my favorite Calvin and Hobbes strip, absolutely.
Bless your heart, Werttrew, for making this happen.